After watching "The Love Letter", I was almost overwhelmed by the whiteness that runs through it all the time, and I plunged into the movie's strange and special, but also showing a sense of fluidity, and the feelings that are constantly passing away. In particular, I think that the atmosphere created when the middle paragraph tells about the little things that happened between the two Fujii trees in the school is the whole brilliance. The two were named, and at the same time they looked at each other after they answered, the boy’s face was disdainful, the girl’s expression was unexpected and shy; the boy’s speechlessness, sullenness and anger at the election meeting of the class cadres, the girl’s cowardice in tears of grievances ; In the school library, the boy with a silent face leaning against the white curtains to read, the girl with bangs blown on the forehead of the girl in front of the writing desk; riding a bicycle on the way after school, and the prank of Ou Yi, the girl looked at the boy who left after she succeeded The pursed lips and the smile in her eyes when she was back; in the bicycle shed after dark, the girl tried her best to sway the car to drive the lights, and the boy was obviously deliberate and pretended not to show off; the tenderness and bitterness had nothing to do with beauty. The bizarre behavior of consciously mature girls in the beginning of love; plus the natural setting that is not easy to be noticed: the breeze and the sunshine through the window. One by one, the details go through the senses. Iwai Shunji took pictures of our middle school years that were accompanied by adolescence. He successfully deceived all the audience who touched it, including me, who was lying in a lonely bed and mourning myself. He told us who had gone through this path and were about to say goodbye to student history. When we looked back, we forgot the nasty, rude, unreasonable, ignorant and ignorant, and only remembered the fragments that seemed so pure and gorgeous, like that section. The road has never been flawless. While being beaten, I remind myself from time to time: It's all a fake.
But at the end of the film, Miho Nakayama has a complex expression that doesn't know whether to cry or laugh. He hurriedly passed by in the crowd and glanced back. The tranquility of the small town in Hokkaido is a heartbeat that is not easy to erase. There is also the library, this place, and the professional role of the librarian in an indescribable way. It can match with the feelings that I sometimes give birth to that most people don't produce. Things that are different from most always have an unusually strong stimulus. On the one hand, the film has the temperament that can impress a large number of people, on the other hand, it also adds the personal signature code, which makes me really suffocated for a while.
In fact, this film focuses more deeply on life and death, how the living faces the dead, and how to face the life of the dead regardless of the rolling forward. The director mentioned in the creative talk that Haruki Murakami's "Norwegian Forest" was the source of the idea for this film. However, the setting of the female protagonist and the strange plot make the mood of this film more innocent, naive, romantic and simple than the novel. Probably because of this, the participation of youth memories is so radiant.
I am really, really, really tired of youth, touch and sadness, and what they are even more annoying is that they can always pop out when I am a little less prepared. Acupuncture usually pierces small eyes all over my body, which makes me feel numb. Ma Susu makes me feel ashamed while feeling comfortable. My first reaction to an instant move is: it is suspicious and insincere. Then calmly analyze, does this so-called touch really penetrate the body and embrittle the soul, or is it just scratching the itchy flesh? The latter is a frequent occurrence, personal experience, in order to prevent oneself from making stupid actions, it is best to ignore it with a smile. And once you encounter the former that occasionally appears, such as this "Love Letter", you can't help but feel a little scared. In order not to continue to tremble in front of its dark and turbulent power, it is like clamoring with the middle finger: youth, touch, you all go away. !
It's just that this kind of clamor, under the exquisite pictures and mood-shaking scenes woven by Shunji Iwai, it seems really a bit nasty. But I will never stop moving because of the existence of a good director. Shi Kang said: People love to remember youth because they don’t have anything better than the youth of their own hands. People His mental ability stagnated during adolescence, but his physical ability went downhill, and youth became the culmination of life. I agree with this statement very much. Therefore, even if I seem to be overwhelmed, I must use my professional language to solemnly state: to take the limit of the spiritual ability of my whole life, the value obtained is by no means the word "youth", not hesitating. In the campus enclosed by the wall, it is not the little mess between the sexes.
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