I have been avoiding this movie. After all, I am still afraid of horror movies. The sense of horror brought by those infinite unknowns or extreme violence, after all, I still don't have such a strong nerve.
Although there is no courage, the strange and peaceful atmosphere created by the movie title has been lingering.
The Quiet. There is no way to speak.
Like a huge oppression, but also like deliberate self-exile. The black and white movie posters reveal a weird and extreme deep blue for some reason. The girl's pure and flawless face is exposed to such an atmosphere without any concealment, with a vague, but slightly lustful impulse, as if aggressively forcing you, making people indulged and unable to breathe.
And just such a poster has reached such a powerful infectious force, which is moving.
Finally watched this movie.
I have to admit that the movie is not a good movie. The plain narrative techniques, ordinary actors and acting skills do not have too many thoughts in it, and the shadow of "American Beauty" can even be clearly seen in the movie. But I still like this movie. I am moved by that pure and flawless girl and her vast and infinite sadness. I am cherished by all the warmth and little happiness in it.
Never forget, at the beginning of the movie, the girl said: All I want is to be invisible. She said: when there is one person, I feel like half of myself; when there are two, I feel like a third; when there are three , a quarter; when there are a bunch of them, I feel like nobody. The
girl's voice is sweet and moving, slightly jerky, but bright and warm, like the voice of a timid child.
I have always believed that the sound in movies is very important, especially the narration. In most of my favorite movies, there is a moving narration that tells you in a low-key or exaggerated way.
The voice itself carries the meaning of hundreds of thousands of times, and it itself is an infinite story, and the story itself is in radiance.
Without the narration, the story seems to be no longer complete.
For example, "Chongqing Forest" is very interesting.
First of all, it cannot be denied that the movie is a good movie. Wong Kar Wai's consistent style is tolerant and lingering.
What's interesting is that the movie happens to consist of two completely independent stories: Takeshi Kaneshiro and Tony Leung, each telling a love story.
It is not my particular preference for Tony Leung, but the pros and cons of the two stories are very obvious.
Takeshi Kaneshiro’s terrible Mandarin, Cantonese, or Cantonese, made the hazy feeling of mist and rain in the movie disappear. Instead, the dullness brought by the humid weather and the heavy rain brought. Muddy feet, apart from fatigue, there is only disgust. (To make a statement, this is not to slander Takeshi Kaneshiro, here is just a pure narration point of view, after all, Takeshi Kaneshiro’s performance in the movie is still remarkable.)
But Tony Leung is different. This man was born with a melancholy temperament, forbearing eyes, and low voice. Tony Leung's voice is low but not heavy, magnetic but not coarse, soft but not greasy, simple but not vulgar. It is a typical mature man's voice, with a childlike indulgence. Such a sound makes people feel heartache. Therefore, the pain and sorrow of the story itself, easily and vividly.
Tony Leung's charm is really not something that many people can do. A handsome Korean boy who is as simple as Takeshi Kaneshiro can never be compared with him.
What I want to illustrate here is actually just the importance of narration.
I once thought that the narration for a melancholy movie like the Quiet should be the voice of a melancholy woman like Tony Leung: elegant and calm, not surprised at all changes, light and windy, like being cold and out of the way, and this Everything that happened has nothing to do with it, so indifferent.
I felt sorry for this, after all, it was not the sound I expected.
But in my mind, the child-like bright voice has been lingering.
She said: I want to be invisible.
I can't imagine how the voice I expected, how to say such a sentence, how artificial and boring it would be.
After all, this is just a child's joking, innocent and willful fantasies, anger and desire, without any sophistication, so innocent.
She is actually such a child, lonely and helpless, facing the whole world alone. Wanting to escape, but powerless; longing for love and care, also powerless.
She can only exile herself in anger, she can't do anything.
She pretended to be deaf and dumb, and she didn't say a word for thirteen years. She didn't mean it, she was not bad, she was just afraid, she was just lonely, she just couldn't help it.
Only that vast and infinite silence can tolerate her, save her, and allow him to do the most humble spiritual communication.
She was willing, because even a little happiness, she had to do her best to catch it with all her might.
Powerless.
But silence carries more than silence.
Like an undercurrent under an iceberg, like a hot lava under a hard rock, the concealment and suppression carried by silence are the truly terrifying elements.
Silence is like a huge trash can, silently accepting all the unknown secrets.
Lust, shame, hatred, fear, ignorance, worldliness, love, selfishness, conspiracy, killing, and all. Throbbing and unable to rest.
How is silence carried?
Silence is actually very simple. What you want to achieve in silence is silence.
However, the simpler things are, the more often they cannot be done.
All I want is to be invisible. It
hurts.
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