In fact, watching "The Smell of Green Papaya" made me extremely depressed.
The first is that the director likes to use microscopic lenses to express his thoughts, and I have a feeling that this is not watching a movie, but watching "biological evolution";
and then the sound processing is too confusing. It's not a surreal subject matter, and there's no need to play all that bells and whistles. But such a seemingly peaceful film is interspersed with too heavy, even terrifying music that I feel is interspersed;
and then compose the picture. From beginning to end, most of the episodes were shot indoors, and I was already depressed. It's just a frustrating depression. Chen Yingying had to use rigid frames such as windows, doors, escalators and fences to circle the characters, which was really uncomfortable.
Another thing to mention is the performance of the actors.
I don't know why Mei looks at things like she's never seen them before, with her head down. If I hadn't read it from the beginning to the end, I really thought she was mentally retarded;
Female No. 2 XXX (Male No. 1, I can't remember the name), that performance is crazy acridine! Exaggerated acridine!
Although I can't understand Mr. Tran Hung Hoong's creative intention, I can still see that he is reflecting the living conditions of Vietnamese men and women, especially women.
From the different fates of the old grandmother, the young grandmother, and the plum, the social status of women is clearly described. The old grandmother is restrained and self-blocking; the young lady's emotions and pain can only be hidden in her heart; Mei, finally, can wear bright red clothes, sit dignifiedly in front of the Buddha statue, and live with dignity. Mei's story is also the future of all women that Chen Yingying looks forward to.
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