This 70-minute movie stopped abruptly when Janet opened the door and raised her gun. The tension was just right. From it we can see Sally Potter's pursuit of beauty, just like her dancing in the rain in a tango class. Perhaps in her heart, everything is tango, passion and grace, struggle and compromise, and the primitive impulse of modern civilization.
I didn't want to write anything, I just thought the movie was almost perfect. But there are always people who say bad things about how this movie can make "Chinese reporters climax," and they can't help but respond with a few words.
The film is not long, but it involves many aspects of modern civilization: romanticism, realism, materialism, idealism, feminism, patriarchy, lesbianism, monogamy, friendship, love, the meaning of fertility, etc. The director did not discuss these "isms" from a metaphysical perspective. She just stepped down from the ivory tower and frankly shared the plight of intellectuals with the audience. In the film, these university professors, government officials, and financial industry practitioners can't solve the age-old problem of "death" using the knowledge and thinking they have learned half a lifetime.
Or, does God create heaven, and humans only create hell? Because of our thinking, the knowledge on which we are able to progress cannot keep up with the speed at which we create real problems. As "intellectuals," they, or us, can only laugh at themselves, downplaying difficulties and despair, conflict and betrayal, like a chaotic and colorful movement.
As Woody Allen said: Everything is about sex except sex. The hidden family conflicts of lesbians, the misbelief of the cheating wife to the husband, the ridiculous husband’s reasonable side, all said: life is not what it looks like, we are actually Knowing nothing, full of traps everywhere, and full of surprises everywhere. Men and women, men and men, women and women, the love, hatred, disgust, revenge, joy, helplessness, gratitude and helplessness between men and women are all derived from the primitive impulses of human beings, which are collision, passion, attraction, fighting and conquering. .
I really don’t understand why film critics have to compare the directors. We who write film reviews are no better than the director. Maybe you are, but at least I am not like that. The director gives the work to the audience, and if you appreciate it, what you see is the work itself. In my opinion, buying cabbage is the only way to compare, because cabbage is good or bad. Works that move you, make you laugh, cry, and make you think are good works.
The audience may not understand "ism" or Polanski, but I heard endless laughter in the theater and saw a crowded audience. I don't know if you have an orgasm, I have it anyway.
Thank you the director for his tolerance and enthusiasm for the mortal and worldly life.
Salute to you!
View more about The Party reviews
