Allow me to hold on to your little dust

Brook 2022-11-28 06:42:31

Remember me when you are at the beach and above all when you paint cracking Things and little ashes.
OH, MY LITTLE ASHES!
Put my name in the picture so that my name will serve for something in the world.
- Federico García Lorca

for I unconsciously prefer things with the word "small", because I will be so paranoid and inferior, scattered like dust, such as fine, insignificant floating. If you use little ashes to describe your lover and beg your lover to keep their name on the fantasy painting, who is inferior and avoids, or who wants to approach.

They are all running away, who is in his body but can't get him, is it using platonic love, or must it be repaid? Therefore, in the scene where the corpse is brought back to life, the heart is frightened, but the sex between him and his girlfriend is the love of his masturbation in the corner. Does this mean another kind of escape-like conquest or the sadness of finally being unable to break through and succumbing to it.
They finally spoke two languages. Poet, painter, I write poetry for you, you paint for me. It is a kind of ambiguity that has reached a tacit understanding, and after breaking through the ambiguity, what remains can only be the scattered fragments of the original, the real little dust, the runaway, the farewell, the long time no see, or it is better not to see each other. There are so many changes in value that the eyes can't bear to see it, and the ears can't bear to hear it, so I still think that other liberation is the last way out. A little bit of black spread out, and silence.

Talk about the movie itself. The front is too romantic, the back is too absurd. Romance is like the scene of two people in the sea, like the scene in which white clothes steal a bicycle and run wildly, like the scene in which the powerful tearing apart, like the scene in which the young and frivolous fight; absurd like the black-and-white photo taken by Gala above, they Finally reaching the limit where the two can never meet again, he stared at something funny, but in fact he was still trapped in the same prison. (The two women in here, I'm too lazy to write later...)
If you want to talk about the theme of this movie, homosexuality, male-female relationship, art, politics, but after all, there is still such a solid love to talk about It is based on a foothold, so the movie is not scattered. Although it cannot be said that it has much depth, it is not an empty movie that only talks about love. This should be worthy of affirmation.
The director doesn't seem to have any famous works, but I quite agree with the whole style. There are also some small inspirations such as the interspersed black and white old movies and some slow motion, the virtual reality, the scenes, and everything are good. If it is not intentional to say that the style before and after is not uniform, it is a disadvantage.
As an actor, I seem to have reversed the impression that I don't love vampire men very much. Although the acting here is good, who can say that Dali's own life does not look like an extremely dramatic drama?

All in all, this one can rank first among the four movies that I watch more than one day. (2nd is the brothers bloom, 3rd is relocating away we go for the son, 4th is the well-informed in the loop, so maybe it's because I'm really partial to biopics) Worth a look.

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Little Ashes quotes

  • Salvador Dalí: I've recently escaped from prison.

    Salvador Dalí: 31 days of incarceration.

  • Magdalena: If we had a choice in these things, which we don't. Don't we?

    Magdalena: Look. I am not saying it's going to be easy. But I don't think you can carry on like this. I mean, you can. Of course, you can. But it has a price. I think sometimes we just have to risk it. Live the way we feel. And you know it, it might not turn out well. Sometimes it doesn't turn out well at all. But we have to try. We have to keep on trying. Otherwise, we just become puppets. All painted smiles outside, while inside nothing but sawdust.