So my western film enlightenment began with this "Once Upon a Time in the West". A few years ago, I watched the Oscar-winning "Kill Without Amnesty" directed and acted by Clint Eastwood. It is a very gloomy anti-western film that does not care about good people or bad people. It can only be said to be an exception. Impressed too much. In contrast, the world of "Once Upon a Time in the West" is much simpler, good and evil are distinct, and there is a cycle of cause and effect. The speed at which good people and bad people use their guns between the vast yellow sands of the west and the Gobi to determine life and death. The gun is the master of everything, as stubborn as the heartthrob widow played by Claudia Cardinale, the last heart is tied to the vengeance with the biggest gun. It's a pity that they ignored him and went to the world. The cowboys disappear before the West can enter the vigorous post-industrial era.
These are digressions. Even the immortal soundtrack made by the famous Ennio Morricone for this film is a digression. Too many people have said it. Watching "Once Upon a Time in the West", the biggest feeling is: Fortunately, there is it, otherwise, how come Gu Long?
Although there is no evidence to show the extent to which the film released in 1968 affected the ancient dragon that had just passed the year at that time, the ancient dragon style familiar to the Chinese came to the face as soon as "Once Upon a Time in the West" opened. , You simply cannot avoid the blood relationship between the two. This opening scene was really amazing: three gunmen drove away the old man and aunt in the station, and ambushed the revenge customer who had just got off the train. Within nearly 20 minutes, they went from extremely quiet to extremely moving, from waiting to breaking out, and finally revenge. Three shots were thrown down by the three of them, and between the lightning and the fire, the master demeanor appeared.
I can try to imitate Gu Long's brushwork and reproduce the opening scene: the setting
sun.
The station is in the sunset. There is only this one station in the sunset. Except for the yellow sand in the sky, it seems that there is only this one station left.
Thousands of miles of desert. Old man Wang's eyes gradually became empty because of waiting. The cook beside her used cloth strips to drive the flies hovering on the anvil, "puff puff" with a sound.
For twenty years, this seems to be the only sound in the station. Although there are occasional guests, he uses two guns at his waist and hips to exchange two yuan for a ticket from the hands of the old man. But they are just passing by, which is a negligible movement for the old man Wang and the cook.
And today, today, in the premonition of Old Man Wang, something happened. What has happened is enough to change the silence of this station for twenty years.
He is waiting. He didn't know what to wait.
At this time, the wooden door "creaked" opened, and a figure of a large man wrapped in a yellow shirt, followed by the still violent sunlight and sand. At this moment, Old Man Wang understood that he was wrong.
Badly wrong.
The visitor is a evil star. Murderous body. Although the face of the visitor could not be seen from the backlight, the old man Wang knew that this was a master who was drinking blood on the head of a knife.
The visitor stood still, his gaze under the brim of his hat, scorching like a scorching sun in the dim, staring at the old man Wang.
More murderous. Before he knew it, Old Man Wang noticed that there were two more people in the house, all dressed in yellow shirts, one as thin as an ancient tree, and the other as black as a mountain.
With a "pop", the wet cloth in the cook's hand fell to the ground.
With her back facing the door, she was also appalled by the bloody breath that suddenly filled the house.
All five people in the house froze for a while.
Old man Wang wanted to speak, but he was speechless, unable to utter a word.
The knives-like wrinkles on his face tightened, like a walnut that was about to be smashed open.
The three big men remained motionless, staring at him.
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