I saw Kitano's introduction on the forum before and felt that he was a pure Japanese man. Cool self. I thought I would not like Japanese things. I read a Japanese detective novel a long time ago, and the only thing I feel is gloomy.
I don't want to study the things about Japanese nationality, and of course I am not interested. I just want to say something about my own thoughts. The Japanese film I have ever seen is "Love Letters". The original work, screenwriter, and director are all Shunji Iwai. Autumn leaves fell in the courtyard of Bozi's house. When everything is in the past, this faint pain is like an old wound being aroused by a yin wind. The group of high school students sent Fujii Shu the "Reminiscence of the Years Like Water" with a portrait of that tree, speechless. People who have loved are similar in appearance. Qunshan was also responding to Bozi's call, and she only called him to distant mountains. He has disappeared there.
And Kitano Takeshi is another pain to endure.
It is ready to be immersed in the bloody ocean with enough energy. I thought he would show those pictures that should be piercing in a brutal way. But it is not.
In the sea of Japan, it is difficult for me to determine which coastal city it is. The waves are always surging. It is not the dark sea with anger that Pushkin said, nor the calm and overly lifeless sea. It is always indulging in its own waves, but it has never been a radical highlight of anger. Just like a middle-aged man. Peter Wu.
Yamada and Yamada's three friends are all policemen. But by mistake. How disabled. Tanaka died. They are all friends who live and die together at work. Yamada could not escape condemnation. His wife has terminal cancer. Middle-aged man. Gloomy face. No diversification. The corners of his eyes twitching nervously.
I think it should be the traditional role of forbearance. But no, Yamada never walked away sadly under the ridicule of others. He poked the loan shark sharply with his chopsticks. Punch after punch. Quiet and fierce. I am not a violent person. However, at this moment, he was extremely happy that Yamada fought back so decisively.
I seem to have seen the end, Yamada is destined to miss the world and life. But all this is more like entering a long tunnel, you know that there will always be a moment when you will walk through this dark passage. You always know that at the other end of the tunnel there is a bright sunny day, moist air with tiny animal fishes rushing towards you, and trees full of cherry blossoms falling to make you feel sad. Either Kitano Takeshi or Peter Takeshi just lit a tiny firework in that dark tunnel. Its little starlight tells you that the shore that is about to come is so beautiful.
In the whole film, there has never been a clumsy and deliberate use of gorgeous fireworks and fall into the cliché. Only once, Yamada took his wife for the final trip. Their car was parked in the deserted grassland. The wife is sitting next to the car. Yamada lit the fireworks. It just didn't respond for a long time. Yamada walked over in doubt and helplessness. In an instant, the fire flashed, and the sky was splendid like a flower. Yamada turned his head and smiled at his wife. At this time, he was already charged with bank robbery, violent wounding and so on. At the moment when the fireworks appeared, he and his wife laughed knowingly and happily. The young children in the theater also laughed at the joy of being able to make fun in the cold at this moment. I saw that man. Orange-shaped folds of skin, on the verge of aging, deep sunken eyes. The corner of his left eye twitching nervously. He is just paying back.
Conscience and morality, Kitano takes and narrates in his own way. Everything is desperate. We will eventually face death. However, we saw fireworks igniting in the vast sea of darkness going to the other shore.
Those fireworks against the joy of life and the fear of death. Just a moment, it was beautiful enough. But we believe that at the end of the tunnel, the cherry blossoms full of trees, the sun will be as soft as a baby's skin, and the snow will be overwhelming enough to blind you. When I was twelve years old, I used a rusty knife to carve "snow" on the fragile skin of my left wrist, and my friend at the time also carved "light" on the same spot. But now I saw He Du writing countless light and snow on that white snowy canvas in "Fireworks". The religious worship of the little girl six years ago has nothing to do with Kitano's film. Only at that moment I finally understood how beautiful light and snow are. This is the best way to resist loneliness and darkness in the panic.
Just one word: despair! We are already desperate, so we no longer care about life or death. The important thing is that we still perform poorly in front of life and death, and we despise death. The protagonist's eyes twitched nervously, and his wife fell into a snow pit. Laughing happily and helplessly. This film makes me happier than any comedy I have ever watched. In those unreasonable comedies, I laughed like a fool. But in "Fireworks", I only laughed in my heart. It's really comfortable and happy. Kitano took off for us the rare fireworks in the world, it did not stop shining in the night sky. But it blooms in my heart, and at this moment I feel desperate is a happy thing.
At the last moment, we saw the sea and the tide again. music. It stopped abruptly. Gunshots. Yamada probably reached the other shore, the end of the tunnel.
Thank you Kitano, at that moment, the fireworks are burning for you.
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