The journey of life, the blood that goes deep into the heart, is really hard to count, but people are reluctant to stop and think about it. The seemingly disappearing trace, the panting running in the strong wind, the quiet staring in the ice and snow, and the dying in the mud...
Everything was so convulsing and trembling. This is why you often stop at the window and look out, squinting your eyes. In fact, you don't want to enjoy the beautiful scenery. Besides, there is no beautiful scenery outside, only messy squeezing and deprivation. All you can see is a wall coming down or another rising up, and all you can hear is a tidal wave of noise. It's hard enough to hear your own voice, so what else can you expect. The noisy speed is always better than the inner quiet trickle, and the breeze can never keep the crisp footsteps.
As in the Romanian film "California Dreams", a train carrying American soldiers is stopped at a small station in Romania. The stationmaster of the small station is old and stubborn, just like the sentinel who blocked Lenin. He also has to act with integrity and adhere to his principles. Without an official pass, he just won't let this group of roaring American soldiers pass by, old man. It doesn't matter what the war in Kosovo is or what ministerial orders are. He only remembered the scene of being bombed by Allied planes as a child, and of course, he wanted to keep an old account of the old beauty. The problem is that the old man's daughter loves the dead American soldier, and the whole village of the small station loves the American soldier to death, and they are all dreaming of the "California dream" of prosperity. Even the Romanian interpreter who accompanied the army was abruptly regarded as an American soldier, surrounded by the spicy village girls, like a leech who found a person's thigh. This kind of deja vu seems to have appeared somewhere, but I can't remember it. The small village is still very lively. The welcoming party and the rising fireworks make the American soldiers forget about the war in Kosovo and make them reluctant to leave this intoxicated and gentle country.
If it is a dream, it will wake up, everything is ready, the American soldiers and all kinds of little girls are reluctant to part, the train carries their "California Dream" away, and looking back at the small village, there is only bloody faction fighting, the old man fell and died in In the hands of the people of her own small village, the daughter who had just bid farewell to the American soldier burst into tears. Everything is gone, everything is gone, including life and the beautiful "California Dream", only the sky of continuous pain, only the quiet color of the return of the small station and the small village.
At the end of the film, the old man's daughter and the guy from the same village are both studying in college, and they meet in a cafe in Bucharest. Although it is a flash, it shows something, and it seems to be changing for the better. Enlarged, this may be the full-scale evolution of Romanian society after the fall of Ceausescu in 1989. The transition from socialism to capitalism is always accompanied by various pains and injustices, and free will needs to pay corresponding sacrifices and costs. .
Cristion Nemesgu, a young Romanian director who directed this "California Dream", was tragic in itself. He died in a car accident one day in August 2006 before the filming was completed and before it could be edited. He was born in 1979. Let's remember this name. He died young and didn't have time to take a final look at his film, and he didn't know the sensation and applause at the Cannes Film Festival.
He's gone, like another young Canadian director you often sigh, Jean-Claude Ozon, who was killed in a 1997 plane crash in 1992's terrifying film "Riolo." But you can't stop there, life itself has a different sky and color. It was like this before, and it will be like this in the future.
A different sky, a different color, what is it?
2007, June, 28
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