On weekends, as usual, a group of people eat, chat, visit the disc store, and then watch movies together. Originally, I wanted to find a more relaxed movie to entertain and relieve fatigue. Unfortunately, the dozen newly bought movies are either historical wars or fear of science fiction. Let me, a literary artist The film lovers were in a dilemma, so they chose this London to Brighton by accident. After all, everyone in the background of the film resonated a little.
Small independent films, with no-name directors and no-name actors, like most British films, the plots are relatively simple, no dominoes of interlocking plot developments, no cleverly conceived amazing coincidences and chance, like The same sense of reality as my daily life, these scenes, these characters, these dialogues, are all around, there are not so many surprises, and not everything is under control. The actor seems to be playing himself. The little girl pretends to be mature while her eyes are innocent. The prostitute is sophisticated but not hard-hearted. No matter how elegant and introverted the gentlemen are, they can't escape their indifference. Suddenly I thought of Lily Allen's song, LDN, which was hailed as the happiest song in the world by a research organization. I always felt a little inexplicable. The tune was light and casual, but the lyrics were very realistic:
Everything seems to look as it should
But I wonder what goes on behind doors
A fella looking dapper, but he's sitting with a slapper
Then I see it's a pimp and his crack whore
...
When you look with your eyes
Everything seems nice
But if you look twice
you can see it's all lies
. ..
In your eyes, what is the real London? The British Museum or the Tate? Buckingham Palace or Big Ben? A well-mannered gentleman or a well-mannered lady? When you're on a plane that's about to land at Heathrow, or you're looking down on the city of London from the London Eye, what do you imagine? Every street corner may be playing a scene from the movie, but it's just us Always looking forward to wonderful and surprising, few people pay attention to those ordinary, public, real and even some ugly scenes, but these make up most of your life.
The director expresses minimalism and realism incisively and vividly, simple but neat, ordinary but not vulgar, everything is natural, and crime-themed films rarely have such a tone, which made me experience some fictional stories. The truth I have experienced is also the cold winter, the night in London, the railway station in waterloo, the seaside ride all the way to Brighton, the salty and wet wind, the big round stones, the deserted playground, two lonely women, After drinking the coffee paper cup, let it go from the hand, drift with the wind, stumble helplessly all the way, or fly to a dead end and stop abruptly, or fly to a distant place in an unknown direction...
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