I just came back from watching the screening at the Melbourne Film Festival. I suffocated my stomach. Because I missed the screening day of Call Me By Your Name, I accidentally scanned the BPM of the LGBT film that is also the headliner. After reading the trailer, I was deeply attracted by the tight soundtrack and the male protagonist's eyes. The whole film is 144 minutes, and the color tone is cold. In fact, I don't like the subject matter of the movement of the folk groups very much. The movie becomes too cold with political flavor. But the temperature is just right at this stage. The naked-eye 3D virus multiplies in the cell, the infection and the realistic lens gradually move in and out. The kind of destruction that happened quietly, under the cheers of vigorous vitality, made people understand and forgave the destructive protests of ACT UP. This is a doomsday carnival where they don't know when they will die. With strong sound effects and flashing lights, everything is beautiful, and I can't bear to be in vain. What I like the most is the director's treatment of sex scenes, which is completely naked, which has become accustomed to many literary and artistic films. And the wonderful thing is that the director made the Dissolve of the sex scene in the memory and the current scene by using the outline of the character's body. Looking at such a continuous naked camera, not only does not violate the harmony, because the continuity is continued, on the contrary, it creates a viewing experience that breathes in sync with the character. The most shocking thing is that I was in the hospital. Nathan and Sean's airplane scenes (there is this saying Can't it be a sex scene because the two of them didn't go to bed, hello) Sean's desperate eyes are like a peaceful lake, so weak that he doesn't even have the strength to make ripples. He said "I miss you" to Nathan, tears falling, Nathan stepped forward to kiss him, and gave him the most skin-conscious comfort with his lips. Nathan touched Sean's lower body, and the two kissed wildly, perhaps because of the last time, perhaps because they were separated for too long, perhaps because the love was too wronged, perhaps because there was still too much love to do. I'm across the screen, I can feel a full screen of negative emotions, helplessness, and resentment. Sean said, not knowing whether it was choking or groaning, he twisted his body as if exhausted his last strength to complete this special intercourse with his lover. He smiled, as cute as ever, and at that moment he seemed to be the same Sean talking and laughing in the subway. Nathan wiped away the semen from Sean's abdomen with a tissue, and then drew another tear from the corner of his lover's eyes. This scene made me really worried. I once thought one-sidedly that I contracted AIDS because of frequent sex and "misbehaviour", but after watching that scene, I understood: people love so deeply. So strong, this kind of love cannot be conveyed by pen, paper, notes, or paint; only the purest and most primitive skin-to-skin can be expressed. We want to express, we need to express. And some of us fall in love with someone so easily, so easily, so "casually", dedicate their bodies to the person they fall in love with, on the bed, on the table, on the balcony, or by the lake. This is the most direct kind of confession, using a body that can't lie to tell the other person his love for him. From this point of view, he didn't hurt himself, at least Sean in the story, he didn't. Looking at the long shot of the red-stained river (I couldn't help but missed two minutes at that time!!!) It seemed to be a metaphor that people who died of AIDS also shed blood. Sean lying on the hospital bed, Nathan who went to the dance floor but no lover to accompany him, they are about to become a pool of blood in the river of blood. When Sean died, the close-up of the camera was shown to Nathan while also giving Sean a blind eye with the peripheral light. His eyes are as innocent, naive and sad as Chen Yihan. Twenty percent of Sean's ashes were scattered on the venue of the next protest movement. He would be drenched in the rain and hit the sewer. He would also evaporate into a cloud and fight with his ideals and people who love him. I hate the "inexplicable" protests and demonstrations that people live by, but it is difficult to condemn the group of people in this story. If they do not continue to pressure the pharmaceutical company, the pharmaceutical company can always pretend to be dead: anyway. It’s not me. As for what the drugs do to me, I can deliberately limit production, increase prices, and make a fortune. Those who are regarded as promiscuous "prostitution" have to bear the fourfold torture of economic, psychological, physical, and moral prejudice. In the end, the film came to an abrupt end in the intense flash and rhythm, with no follow-up explanation, and no more than twenty years later. It's like a sport that has struggled for an ideal, maybe it is the vent of my inner collapse, or it may be the hysterical anger against the society. The movement is not over, the movement will not end. Just like Nathan's love won't be a widow for five years because of Sean's death. His love, people's love; the passion of his lips, the thousands of positions of people on the bed, the stream will never stop. This movie is like a bunch of cold sparks, with blue cool tones, calm joy, calm sadness, calm collapse, seemingly powerful, but actually confused and arrogant. Nathan crashed and cried when he finally met Thibault Nimbus. Was it sad for Sean's distress and reluctance, or sadness for the end of the group mates who came to the same destination by different routes. It will not end. Just like Nathan's love won't be a widow for five years because of Sean's death. His love, people's love; the passion of his lips, the thousands of positions of people on the bed, the stream will never stop. This movie is like a bunch of cold sparks, with blue cool tones, calm joy, calm sadness, calm collapse, seemingly powerful, but actually confused and arrogant. Nathan crashed and cried when he finally met Thibault Nimbus. Was it sad for Sean's distress and reluctance, or sadness for the end of the group mates who came to the same destination by different routes. It will not end. Just like Nathan's love won't be a widow for five years because of Sean's death. His love, people's love; the passion of his lips, the thousands of positions of people on the bed, the stream will never stop. This movie is like a bunch of cold sparks, with blue cool tones, calm joy, calm sadness, calm collapse, seemingly powerful, but actually confused and arrogant. Nathan crashed and cried when he finally met Thibault Nimbus. Was it sad for Sean's distress and reluctance, or sadness for the end of the group mates who came to the same destination by different routes.
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