But the god of love is also the most terrifying, and all kinds of things are missing in the countless lost paths he set up. People, they no longer have ego, no longer have reason, looking at the sea of fire in front of them, there is no turning back.
Sexual
insensitivity seems to never appear in the dictionary of sex. Sadly, reality makes us believe that the beauty of sex signals at the end of adolescence. After that, it became so marginal. The comfortable life of the middle class brings only material abundance, but spiritual poverty is hard to resist.
Therefore, they need passion; so they need novelty; therefore, they need destruction.
The man was tired of the same life, so he found the young girl living in the tower, and an inevitable physical collision creaked and creaked on the small wooden bed at the top of the spiral staircase. "My name is Linda." "Hello" "Hello". Maybe it doesn't need too much words. The director set a gloomy tone. The girl is like a messenger sent by God and can only be saved once.
dangerous relation.
At the beginning of the film, there was a quarrel between the two, and the sports car driving out of the villa suddenly turned around and chose another route. Maybe this doesn't explain much, but after that, I saw angelic naked girls playing and singing in a charming valley. Then there appeared a large group of men, women and children happily enjoying the sun and lunch in restaurants on the beach. Neither of them seemed to be able to do it by themselves. They are speculating, it seems that I should do something, do something different. Therefore, the woman put the glass on the bottom and tumbled, while the man chose to be unfaithful.
In the last fragment, the girl is naked and dancing inexplicably on the beach, but it is difficult to conceal her inner joy, her unfettered freedom, and her youthful freedom. When the sun fell on her bronzed skin, the scene was like the god of love coming. And the woman is talking on the phone with a lot of thought. Who is on the other end of the phone? Maybe it's a man, maybe it's another man.
The sun stopped abruptly. The girl opened her eyes to see the woman standing in front of her. Suddenly, a bright smile bloomed on his face. Deja vu is still inconsistent. The director left a huge question mark. But in fact, this problem is still uncovered. Antonioni's habitual philosophical expressions have played unprecedentedly perfect at this moment. Thinking, giving up or keeping, gaining or losing, is always an instant. Thinking of Hamlet’s classics, survival or death is a question.
The dream
is a blue dream, absurd but true.
Robert Downey's neurotic performance is brilliant and perfectly interprets the depressed man who is under great pressure in urban life. In fact, all existence is just a dream. In the first dream, blue melancholy shrouded him, and the beautiful girl who couldn't see her face took a teasing bath, visible but untouchable. The constant ringing of the phone's ringing is just a symbol of the urgency and cumbersomeness of life. The girl who is standing by our side has an ambiguous smile on her face, and he also smiles, just an awkward smile.
The second dream is black and white, like a very old movie bridge. What's more bizarre is that there is another dream in this dream. The bald psychologist has a crazy desire to peep, his disgusting tongue is constantly torn at the corners of his mouth, his personality is very deformed, and he does not panic. Two unrelated things: dream interpretation and voyeurism.
The dream is to be done after all, and the interpretation of the dream requires a dreamer. Beautiful girls are just the incarnation of their own wives, and psychologists are only men’s clients. The huge work pressure made his chaotic nervous breakdown into a mess, and the dream became a reality. Fortunately, the god of love appeared at a critical moment, and the beautiful girl and his wife cleverly overlapped to make life normal. With a light kiss, the smoke disappeared.
We all live in the shadow of that dream. The bald man put on a wig and said.
The flying paper airplane is floating in the air with no purpose or destination, but it still has its own place to stay. This, after all, is just a dream.
The
small tailor's beautiful eyelids were twisted and deformed. There was a humiliating wrinkle between the eyebrows, and the teeth clenching his lips showed a hint of panic, and a little hope. She is calm, with the traditional elegance of a Shanghai woman, even though she is walking with her hands on the legs of a virgin man.
If you care about it, it should be counted as the first time for a little tailor, but in fact the physical satisfaction is far lower than the humiliation of dignity. He was convinced that it was a shame, because the virgin body was taken away by an old woman, or more cruelly, by the hand of an old woman. This really has no capital to show off, so he hates it, and he loves it.
Social flower is the business of eating youthful meals, and the yellowing of old beads can only be cast aside and forgotten by others. Bingxue was smart and she didn't even know it, so she eagerly found a man she could trust. But those thin-hearted men who are messing around in the wind and moon field are more personal than monkeys, and after getting tired of them, they are abandoned. Xiao Bailian was unreliable. She lost her temper and faced the little tailor. The little tailor was still very silent, quietly picking up the cheongsam on the ground. In a word, I went back and changed it.
When people go to the empty building, she can only commit herself to a dilapidated small hotel. She has indeed fallen, and began to do humiliating work in the basement. This is considered the only way to survive, but her heart is still arrogant, and there is a sense of elegance in her bones, even though there is always the smell of rickshaw drivers or little ones. The smell of semen. I don't know if the fact that the old friend exists, and regardless of people's prejudices like poisonous snakes, he was silent, smiled, and said nothing.
"I only have these hands." That was an ecstasy sentence. The tremor in his heart was irresistible, as if he was redeemed, letting her hands stretch between her legs again. He wanted to kiss her, but she refused. At that time, there was only one dead end for this disease. She has a conscience, in other words, she has a heart.
If she had loved it, she would only be a little tailor.
The boldness and avant-garde of the film is detached, although the scene is still the old Shanghai we know well. In Wong Kar-wai's movies, it is unthinkable that there is no such gorgeous decadence, just like the Oedipus complex that he has always revealed. Therefore, the film is full of the little tailor's love-hate affection for Miss Hua, and it is also full of Miss Hua's joy if there is nothing. She is happy that there is a man who treats her sincerely, even though she knows that they are people from different worlds. .
Stroking you through the bones, the little tailor began to fantasize about the cheongsam in the shop, his slender hands slowly stretched into the inside of the cheongsam, he seemed to be enjoying, and his mind was filled with the figure of Miss Hua, her skin that can be broken by a bomb. A charming face, a perfect figure, and a pair of ecstatic hands.
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