Wenders has a kind of magic. When the camera passes over the city, you can feel a huge hole. But this kind of void is not cold, precisely because of its surging passion, after encountering unequal responses, it quickly froze. In Wenders's photo collection, such indifference and anticipation can be seen everywhere in those cold buildings.
His fascination with the city is as familiar and melancholy as ever. Because the imagination is too beautiful, we are easily trapped in self-limiting despair.
Lovers sink into the "The million dollar hotel" and enjoy the thrill of love and affair. Businessmen go to the "The million dollar hotel" to buy and sell greed, criminal transactions are unfolded here, and drug dealers sell drugs and run away from their families. Find comfort here. Lost people are here waiting for the next tomorrow. All kinds of people live together here. "The million dollar hotel" is a paradise that blends sin and countless greed.
Imaginations that transcended reality were rampantly formed under the ravages of Wenders. The dilapidated hotel, among a group of souls wandering on the fringe of society, played out the vague and ethereal opposites. With the digging of FBI agents, reality and illusion became more and more blurred.
Wenders spent a lot of effort to draw in various characters to create an atmosphere where lies and truth are intertwined. In the chaos of the city, survival has become an instinctive action, no matter how sweet and kind in front of people, turning around, bowing his head and closing the door, the calculations presented on the face only reveal who is the most profitable in this game. Conflict disguise and traps monopolized too much space, almost forgetting that this is a love movie. Tom is chasing Elosie's pace. On the street, on the side of the stairs, in the bookstore, those pictures have no dialogue, at least we can tell the truth between them from the most direct perspective. His love logic has nothing to do with intelligence, and has nothing to do with the body that accompanies others to sleep. In Tom’s logic, love can never be portrayed the same way as a tree, or the sea, or any other mystery. It's the eyes with which we see.
When the truth comes out, Tom runs under the concrete roof, Crossing the boundary between birth and death like a rainbow, at least he had been close to his Elosie.
I like his movement on the concrete floor, and his funny Peter Pan hairstyle makes him more deeply impressed by me. He has many of his insistences. He has his own rules of the game. When the FBI did not consider him as a suspect at the beginning, he began to enter his own game state. Stealing the thrill of joy, chasing Elosie’s behavior, almost forgetting that he was just a heartless tom tom who killed a friend for a woman. The moment he leapt in the air, the slow and elongated moment, he only thought of Elosie . What a happiness.
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