The American people finally showed something, just ten years after Cobain's death. When we first heard about this news, we thought that Gas Van Sant would make a biopic similar to "The Gate". We really didn't dare to expect too much for this subject. Later, I heard that the film came out and the "Cinema Manual" gave it the top ten of 2004, but I still doubt that it will give us more than "Brilliant Nirvana". This is me. You can laugh at me. When everyone is desperately studying the book, I deliberately ignore him and forget him. Coincidentally, in April of this year, I occasionally went to the DVD market and didn't see a favorite disc. I just saw this "Last Days", which was just like heaven. I must admit, this movie is beyond my imagination. At the same time, I am also happy to confess with shame: I have long liked to wear jeans and Converse shoes, not for other reasons, but for Cobain.
Yes, I admit that even though so many people have long spoken of him, I am still obsessed with Coben. This film not only restarted my reverie about him, but also pushed me into an embarrassing situation: I started thinking about what life is, and the result of thinking was—inevitably, I fell into shame, depression, loss, and despair. In the whirlpool. The director is ambiguous and uncomfortable: on the one hand, he does not use Kurt Cobain’s name, and seems to try to get out of contact with him; on the other hand, he points out to commemorate Cobain, and the starring Michael Peter’s costume is also lively. Rebirth without a Cobain. Even emotionally restrained, Black did not cry, nor did he hit the wall with his head. I imagined that the brilliant blood of the shot was also avoided by him (even the gunshot was avoided); the handling of the last paragraph was rather idealistic. Before Blake's death, he heard the fairy music of heaven. After his death, his soul went up to the ladder and successfully Nirvana (at this point, the director is no different from ordinary fans, we all think that the person went to heaven). But the chilly feeling of alienation still persists, holding my heart firmly, that feeling, as if the end of life is right in front of my eyes. I can't get up when I sit in a chair, just like I haven't smoked for a long time and I take two puffs, and I feel soft.
There is nothing special about the whole movie, but it records the scattered and trivial things before a person commits suicide. It can be said that it is a miracle to make up for an hour and a half, but there is no way to like it. Not to mention anything else, just talk about the protagonist’s rickety body, muttering without clear information, thin-faced faces, and the neuroticism of that mechanical rigid body language. These are just simple signs, but they have fascinated me. Can't do it. In my mind, a person with a real soul, a person tortured by metaphysical pain, should look like this.
As a music fan, I wanted to hear Nirvana's songs from it. If I came to shoot, I would even put a whole New York unplugged in. But the fact is that even if the director does not do this, the effect is still good. Although I don’t know any of the names Pagoda, The Hermitt, Mirror/Dash, and Michael Pitt and others are not professional singers, their creations are really great, especially the song "Death To Birth" by Michael Pitt. The lazy, desperate tone is very much like Cobain. The way to create twists and turns in the ordinary film is to break up the sequence of time and space to narrate. You will find that the scenes that have appeared in the front will be repeated later, but the scene is changed to tell from the perspective of another person, or the front story is more To extend it a bit, let you know more details. As a result, what was regarded as a non-narrative in-body soundtrack in the front became a narrative in-body soundtrack in the back. "Death To Birth" is such a situation. The first time I heard it was only used as background music, and the second time I found out that it was Blake singing. It was vainly sung in the classic routine from sings and whispers to tearing bursts. The calm was truly broken, and then the broken string with a "clang" made the pain spread to the point where it could no longer be dealt with.
The biggest magical pen in music is "Venus In Furs" which uses the Velvet Underground. This is a classic and dark ballad, and even has a hint of sacred song. I have no doubt that everyone will be deeply affected by it. absorb. "I'm tired, I'm tired, I can sleep for a thousand years..." This kind of song has a hypnotic effect, which makes the movie suddenly ambiguous and charming, and the lyrics are not a portrayal of the dying person. Thoroughly indifferent and calm? I increasingly feel that death does not require profound reasons, just as people live without profound reasons. Life doesn't have any great significance. The reason why you have been living is to know when you can die calmly. When the answer is found at the age of 27, it means that you don't have to suffer the sins of those decades. After thinking through this level, there is no nostalgia and dissatisfaction with life.
Despair is the kind of emotion suitable for indulging in it. There is nothing better than it, because it conforms to the lonely nature of human beings. I cherish this experience extremely, but to jump out and explain it clearly, it is destined to be in vain. Whether it feels or not, it has long been deeply rooted in everyone's heart.
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