A few days ago, C passed the "Voice of the Stars". It suddenly occurred to me that a year ago, a MM who had never met suddenly sent an internal letter saying, probably I would like Xin Haicheng. I think this is the fate of people and movies.
It seems that every time I write a movie review, I have to explain who recommended it, maybe I want to emphasize that I am not the only one who likes it.
At 24 minutes, especially with extremely slow narration, the story is short.
The girl was ordered to go to Sirius, eight light years away, to fight against the Dorumis, and could only communicate with each other through text messages. Of course, it's not as fast as ours. Press the send button, and as expected, someone's phone will vibrate, and someone will rush to grab the phone, hide it under the table, and glance at the manager who is having a meeting above. snicker. The last text message from Mikako appeared on Ah Sheng's phone after eight years had passed, when Ah Sheng had learned from the newspaper that they had been wiped out in the battle with Dorumis.
"We are lovers separated by the universe" When the unit of calculation of distance becomes light years, this gorgeous long-distance relationship has been upgraded to the highest level.
"24-year-old Ah Sheng, hello, I'm 15-year-old Mikako, and I still like you very, very, very much." For Mikako, there are no sky clouds, cold rain, autumn wind, falling on the umbrella The sound of the rain, the soft soil in spring, the reassuring feeling of the convenience store in the middle of the night; the happy mood after school, the smell of the blackboard eraser, the sound of the trucks walking; the romantic atmosphere of the street lights on the road at dusk I vulgarly add , There is no man, a person drives a huge aircraft, A Sheng, like the vast universe around him, is a day and night of thoughts.
When LL recommended Shinkai Makoto last year, I checked the information and thought to myself, I'm not the kind of little girl who likes beautiful and delicate tragic movies. I was still moved by the failure. In 24 minutes, the girl changed her clothes from dressing up to packing her bags. Maybe it was too late to change her shoes. I had several times. . . . I didn't cry. I felt that my tears were very high. Several times, I was moved beyond the tears, climbed up my neck, and filled my nose. The reason why my tears didn't fall is because I can't feel sadness, instead I see beautiful flowers swaying and swaying.
The distance of eight light years is not enough to make people despair. What makes people desperate is that I can see your msn avatar, but I am hugging another girl and licking her fingertips; it's me facing the train going to your city, softly saying: Unnecessary; it's me who just put you down If you call me, put on perfume, and go on a date with another man; I moved out of your house, and I wish I was eight light years away from you.
Perhaps, only by going far enough forward, the outer layer of desire, suspicion, and hypocrisy are peeled off one by one, and feelings are pure and only feelings.
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