He said, "Where there is a soul, there is music."
The crying point of French audiences is very low-this is another reason why I like going to the cinema. When I was in China before, I was too embarrassed to cry in the theater-either a classmate or a mother sitting next to me, mixed with gnawing chicken feet and claws, and occasionally the sound of lovelove, crying can ruin the atmosphere, I would rather cry and hide by myself , I slowly mistakenly thought that I was crying very high. After I came to France, I was often alone. The theater was very quiet. The acoustics in Gaumont Hall One were very good. When the sore nose came up, I heard the sound of sobbing and twitching paper next to me. I distorted my face presumptuously. Only then did I realize that my crying point was actually quite low, a bit weird, and consistent with other audiences in the theater. The point that this movie distorted my facial features has not even reached the scene of the male and female protagonist OS, and I don’t like Tchaikovsky. It can be said that I have hardly heard his work (except for the music class in school Those), and crying after listening to music is something I’m not used to. When I wanted to watch "Madame Butterfly" in the box, I felt so embarrassed that I was so embarrassed that I wanted to take the door out (unfortunately, the box was from outside). After the anti-locked orz, I saw the "boxes are still available, and we can adjust your seat for free" service provided by Opera. I have to think about it again and again). That said, does it mean that I, the sound lunatic, still has a soul? (Slap on the chest)
The movie enters the theme quickly. Although the fantasy and reality at the beginning are cliche, they are still beautifully cut. I think it is mainly Aleksei Guskov who performed well (by the way, this uncle is my dish, so maybe there are secretly extra points) Few actors who act as conductors are "entertained". They either act too high as if they are hitting chicken blood (of course, some conductors themselves follow the "chicken blood" route) or are not engaged enough to feel that kind of control. Feeling, Uncle G enjoys the right posture and expression, so when the camera opened and found that he was not a commander but a cleaner, even though I had read the outline of the plot beforehand, I was still shocked. Sense of loss. I'm still stressing the discomfort that feels like stepping on the empty stairs. Uncle G has already received the fax from Paris and solved the follow-up problem. So this movie seems to be heading towards the route of "small characters have big dreams"-passers-by who are scattered in all walks of life with musical skills will use this opportunity to show their talents and make a living from their hobbies. (How it feels like a certain draft event). But nonono, although the infatuation of the ex-KGB who came to Paris to find the Communist Party headquarters for thousands of miles still seems to be walking along the golden avenue of "everyone has a dream, regardless of everything to achieve it", but since the appearance of Anne-Marie, her Life experience, her relationship with Andreï Filipov, and the relationship between her and Andreï and Tchaikovsky gradually emerged, not only becoming a bright line, but also a main line.
The film got all the answers in the Tchaikovsky Violin Concerto. It doesn’t matter if you come from all walks of life. It doesn’t matter if you come to Paris for different purposes. It doesn’t matter even if you haven’t rehearsed it. The protagonist of this concerto is the violin. As long as the violin can still play, the players who play the violin. Infuse it with a burning soul, all the instruments will keep up with the rhythm to find a balance, everything will naturally tend to harmonie (oh, I don’t know why I’m embarrassed to use "harmony" here), of course it’s the commander of this performance The person is still Andreï, but the core of this performance is Anne-Marie. She replaced her mother and completed the performance 30 years later, fulfilling Andreï’s dream and conveying the Slavic soul. What she is performing is not an ambiguous violinist, but an immortal musical spirit. Although she grew up in France, even though she has never played Tchaikovsky, the sound of music-I am not sure that aliens will understand it-but at least it is common among humans, regardless of separation. How long, how long I have forgotten, and how long I have been suppressed, as long as one snaps his fingers, he will wake up and understand. Regarding the heroine's life experience, the heroine did not say anything personally, but in the middle of the performance accompanied by the melody expressed in the manner of the heroine's OS, and the heroine suddenly-should say indeed-felt it. The notes not only strung the time, but also crossed the space, maybe they could really touch the depths of the soul. Interspersed in the middle are those Jewish fathers and sons who seize every moment to do business, there are other members who get drunk every minute and every second, and the manager always remembers the great cause of communism. This is not only a joke, but also shows that the sound of music is played. At that moment, the musical note harmonie was not only a variety of different instruments, but also a variety of different souls-"This is true communism," said Uncle Andreï.
Of course, these musical instruments are like souls, and there must be discordant factors in them. This image was stigmatously assumed by a certain explosive household. The film ridiculously satirizes this violin, who thinks he plays the violin well and loves to show it. The local rich man "buying a football team" is not alluding to so-and-so, right? In fact, the scene where Mr. ex-KGB was chasing after the nouveau riche's buttocks while pulling the sponsorship was quite cute under the rain of bullets. Then, at the request of C, as the daughter of a former nouveau riche (please pay attention to the word "pre"), I would like to shout to every nouveau riche-if you have spare money, please invest more in the cultural industry, even if you put money on your face , It’s okay to appear to be a bit hierarchical!
This OST is naturally very popular. In addition to Tchaikovsky, Slavic folk songs are often used in the performance of Russian folk music masters, and they all fit seamlessly with the pictures. Moreover, the last part of Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto lasts 15 minutes, which can prevent the film from falling into the cold, and even make the audience feel more than watching a live concert. The previous momentum is created and the flashback is solved in the middle. The rhythm of all mysteries is well grasped. This passage combines the emotional ups and downs of the performer, the audience's reaction, and the memories of the past, from black and white to color, from perspective to close-up, from perplexity to sudden enlightenment, from indifferent to tearful, in addition to telling the story of the past Not much to say, the relationships and emotions of all parties are piled up here, and the whole movie is released here. With the melody of the music, the editing is exceptionally smooth and beautiful. The only dissatisfaction is to arrange chatelet manager and Iraqi assistant kiss as a laugh at this time. It is a bit too overdone and untimely, and a bit spoils the overall feeling. .
A few days ago, I saw that "France has always been synonymous with'romance', but now this role has been replaced by some small islands in the Indian Ocean." From the perspective of this film, When it comes to France, people still think of louvre, Rodin, red wine, and music directly. That's still very romantic. And Théâtre du Châtelet is indeed very good in radio, and the environment is comfortable (and it is exaggerated in the film, in fact, you don’t have to wear it so formal if you sit upstairs). Andreï’s sorrow is not only that he was roughly interrupted at the best time of his career, and that he has lost close partners since then, but also that after this catastrophe, he has lost an audience who can understand him. Now, the so-called "Russian music is no longer brilliant" does not only refer to the level of the industry, but also the level of the audience-or more importantly, the level of the audience. My ability to listen to chamber music has been polished out by the Paris government with free concerts that "don’t listen to nothing". My ability to see paintings has been “don’t look at nothing” by the Paris Museum one after another. "It’s free to practice on Sunday. I often envy the children who grew up in this city, sitting in the cradle and strolling around Louvre, sitting in the cart and listening to Beethoven, not for the purpose of cultivating "young and rich" "artists" so that they can show off "Lao Tzu" to the world. I'm rich now", but how to develop a pair of eyes and ears to appreciate and capture the beauty of life. The city with these eyes and ears will still be called the "Capital of Art" for a long, long time.
So we end the story at the beginning of this article. The person who said that where there is a soul, there is music. The person who gave me a CD (I still remember a set of Paul Mauriat) was the first to give me a CD (I still remember a set of Paul Mauriat) on my birthday when I received a hardcover book as a gift and told me, "There is a book in it The person who has nothing” left his country shortly after I chose to flee. He said he wanted to find the meaning of life elsewhere.
PS: Regarding this movie, it seems that every Russian can understand French. This plot is not a bug. If you put it in the context of Turgenev and Tolstoy's novel era, it is not a bug (at the time in Russia) The upper-class French ms is the common language), but in the modern era, I honestly don’t know.
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