This young Japanese couple, the male always has a cold face that rejects others thousands of miles away, while the female is full of curiosity about everything in a foreign country. They visit the recording studio where Elvis worked, and then sit in the evening at the Elvis Presley. Talking about their favorite singers in front of the statue of, all overseas travelers will be like this in their destinations, a little timid and stupid, with natural friendliness, they finally live in cheap hotels in the black area, all over the world The director of JIA has made countless multi-line parallel narrative films, and Jia Muxu is no exception. On this night in this small hotel, three stories happened at the same time. The DJ program and the sound of a gunshot the next morning framed the three stories together. Today, this kind of narrative language has become vulgar, but in the 1980s or earlier, this technique could be used so skillfully. Except for Stanley Kubrick, maybe there is only Jamush. Two women who met by the water and three unlucky men who were hunted by the police were also living in a small hotel with the Japanese couple. They had a hanging portrait of Elvis in their room. Memphis seemed to be marking every corner with this one. The mark of a rock singer, however, just as New York was not born for the Statue of Liberty, and Paris did not exist for the Louvre, in this small city that continues the secular life, some people lost their jobs, some lost their enthusiasm, some fled in haste, some Unaccompanied, in the eyes of these people, the legend of this small town has never been worth anything. They have problems that are a hundred times more important to solve. Six months ago, I faced the map of the United States and planned a trip. Chicago drove along Route 66 to Los Angeles. This journey originated from John Steinbeck’s "The Grapes of Wrath". I watched John Ford’s movie of the same name repeatedly and planned many details in the itinerary. In May, I began to feel uneasy, and kept thinking about the meaning of this trip. I thought, is this abandoned highway that crosses the United States the same road as the Jodd family’s trek? I want to relive their suffering. For the scenery along the way, the scenery on Route 66 is never the best, and the suffering in John Steinbeck’s novels is only suitable for reading on the sofa after eating. The outsiders in Jamush’s films are often too late. When they got out of their bodies, they were involved in all kinds of local troubles. When they were troubled, they became participants full of grievances. I finally gave up that trip. Lucky for Mizi and Chun, they stole a piece of the small hotel. The bath towel returned with satisfaction, and they knew nothing about all the ugly facts about Memphis.
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