I heard and heard that those boys and girls with sad eyes couldn't control their tears when they saw the Xinqiao fireworks. They embraced their lovers, didn't speak, didn't speak, and kissed softly. They think that that moment is the end of the world, all the winds will stop in an instant, all the time will be destroyed in an instant, leaving only the inexplicable and terminally ill love, in the heart, in the heart, spreading without end.
I heard that once the secret in your heart is leaked, you will completely become a grotesque ghost, wandering and wandering in the era of never-ending day, unable to find your way home. You are on the road, ask the sky and the earth, how lost, how lost, who will give you the answer, who will make you no longer desolate? Go to death, there is no solution; go to depravity, run hard, doomed to fall, and finally bloom, you, you, fall into the abyss of the gorgeous and treacherous story together - then close your twinkling eyes, why not fall in love A new world of doom?
Karax, the last godfather of the sentimental youth, the mastermind behind the decadent gambling game, why do you take all the sunshine away, why do you crush all hope, why do you hurt all souls, why do you To deceive all the children? Karax, why do you poetize despair, why do you fall in love with angels, why do you burn the city, why do you sing about fate?
You cruel poet, your blood is long gone.
Suicide
No one commits suicide.
In "Bad Blood", Alex, a pure gangster who is good at juggling, is eventually shot and killed by the underworld from the United States. After he is shot, he gets up again and does not say a word, so that his beloved Anna will not find out. In the end, he still died, blood flowing from his nostrils and wounds, making his voice weaker and unable to express: This ending is really heartbreaking, and this ending will always move the souls of all beings in the world who seem to be strong but are strong on the outside.
About the underworld, about killers, about the stealing of deadly viruses from night skyscrapers, they are all empty, all fables, and all shadows shrouded in the soul.
The shadows are the murderers; those shadows are always looming but never surface, they surround the mind, they become more and more pressing and more oppressive, and finally they shatter the core.
What kind of shadow?
The voice-over of the old man Mark repeats "suicide suicide suicide" repeatedly at the beginning.
In fact, Alex died by suicide.
Silence
Let's all sit quietly, sitting beside a lush tree, behind a flying motorcycle, sitting in a small room with white walls, sitting on a lonely single bed. The expressions on our faces are so simple and kind, with a little knowing chuckle, like a baby about to fall asleep.
Alex, Anna, old Mark, little Lisa, they sat quietly, smoking, drinking, listening to the male announcer's gloomy and emotional dialogue on the radio, listening to the restrained joy of jazz and the passionate passion of rock music.
They must not speak.
I love you
I love you is I love you, it is the first flash of light and shadow, it is the sudden cry from the depths of my heart, it is the only eternal warmth, it is the throbbing of chasing you and hugging you. I want your kiss, I want to play tricks with you before going to bed, I want to hug you silently when you wake up.
How much Alex likes Anna.
When you are
silent , speak in your heart, talk about colorful dreams, talk about the ethereal past, talk about repentance, talk about the vaguely emerging scene. Come those unattainable days, in the heart, in the sweet embrace, in the night wind.
Tell your father, tell Anna, tell Lisa.
Tell Mark, tell the boy, tell yourself.
Tell your friends, tell the angels, tell the years.
The dark war
Everyone is fighting against themselves, and it will never stop.
Yaricos has to overcome his own fear and despair, to find the courage from his father, and to realize a simple dream.
Anna has to overcome her boredom with the old Mark, refuse the love from the young juggling boy, and persevere to the end all her life.
Mark must overcome his declining feelings and fighting spirit, keep his young lover quietly, and sincerely treat his old friend who shares his life and death.
Lisa must overcome her fate of being discarded, continue to have the lovely Arikos, and brave the waves.
It's just that everything is so vague, so vague, so irrational, so hysterical.
Running
Don't you like those running scenes, which appear in countless movies, fast or slow, turbulent or dim.
Love poisoning, neuromutation, and emotionally incapable Alikos will always start to stumble and run in the sudden sound of music. He can't control his limbs. , as if to knock out everything in the body to see clearly.
Running, dancing, vertical and horizontal, somersaults.
Don't you want to run wild with him? My heart is ringing with my own music, and there is an endless destination in front of me, a long street, a cold night, is it windy? Is it raining?
Old Mark likes to ride naked in Paris at night with old friends.
Little Lisa likes to use a heavy-duty motorcycle to take her alone to speed on the road with dappled trees.
In the end, Ana found that Yaricos was dead, she seemed to have lost her senses and lost the world; she didn't listen to anything, she ran wild, with a dreamy smile on her face.
go forward.
Lost Purity
Yaricos said: Lisa, I am gone, you must forget me.
He said: As if we never loved, never kissed, never touched.
Believe me, that weird-looking boy is by no means a mess. I always feel that the person he loves the most has always been Lisa. It's a pity that the road ahead is far away, the good and the bad are unknown, and he has no way to promise what to create, except silence and leave. Perhaps, the so-called angel, the so-called Anna, is just a star that can still be seen in the night sky, and he can only walk forward along the faint light without looking back.
His heartless words of parting were actually scolding himself, cowardly and selfish.
He knew that once those pure things were lost, they could never be found again.
Later, in the building where the virus samples were stolen, the kind and amiable sheriff let him die in order to save Arikos, who had taken himself as a hostage. However, he jumped on the bicycle, turned around, and shot the father-like old man.
It hurts to the limit.
must be lost?
Does it have to be redeemed?
Long live the fairy tale
It turns out that in this story, in that summer, the reason why it was extraordinarily hot and dark and eerie was because of the passing of Halley's Comet.
Halley's Comet.
Whose sky is over?
Just like the famous fireworks that rose later, the comet in their mouth is nothing more than a fairy tale of a few people, but the fireworks burst into full bloom in the fantasy of expectation, bursting into the sky over the river, bursting on the curtain, and the comet, unimaginable, hard to find. To the shape, it is a legend, and it is a complete fairy tale, so it only appears in the dialogue.
enough.
Those brief words, that beautiful face, and the vast night sky were enough to move my heart.
Fairy tales, legends, signs, words, hooray.
Temperament:
Indifferent and warm, lonely and peaceful, depressed and quiet, sad and happy.
those people.
Desolate and warm, bleak and brilliant, calm and turbulent, simple and complicated.
those pictures.
Disillusionment Reborn
He died.
We need his death.
We don't need reunion, we don't need hope, we don't need light, we don't need strength.
We only need to grow old in an instant, we only need to be completely desperate, we only need to sleep with the wind, and we only need to cry.
A lifetime of disillusionment.
come to life.
I'm rambling and piling up rhetoric.
How about you?
Cruel poet, dear Karax, short man obsessed with images, smoker/reader/patient living forever in love, are your films for the dead coming to an end? The underworld producer who invested in you has already bid farewell to the world, and you said with a smile that it may be difficult to defraud money in the future.
Don't stop.
We don't want Godard, we don't want Allen-Renais, we don't want Loubesson.
We only want the Karax who has only made four movies in 20 years, we only want the Karax who always makes the actors get lost in madness, we only want the Karax who only knows the pursuit of beauty.
We just want Karax who made the movie for us.
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