Long vacation

Mary 2022-08-22 16:18:10

Jarmusch in 1980 may be like the young man in his debut novel: I am like a traveler, always on vacation; I can never stay for a house and work, and I have never been and cannot be that kind of person. He took the tuition money and filmed a seemingly shoddy "Long Holiday": there is no ups and downs, shocking pomp; the protagonist is almost called Charlie Parker except for the girl’s heartbreaking gentle and domineering tone of saying " I’ve never been able to stay.” I would go around stealing a car in exchange for a ferry ticket to Paris; it all seemed to be for fun. So it’s not surprising that the New York University Film School refused to let him graduate—even though they had to re-issue him an honorary degree after many years—how could the directors of the class tolerate the ignorance of the system to play independence?

"Long Holiday" would be a good script even if it was not made into a movie. It inherits the earlier and earlier American literary tradition-road novels with jazz as the background music, but the zeitgeist that urges generations of young people to take the road is less rebellious and more leisurely in Jamux; This kind of freedom, almost like a wandering poet, runs through almost all of Jia's works. Doesn't the scene of "Long Holiday" following the protagonist's footsteps sweeping across the street from right to left remind you of the beginning of "Down by Law"? In the latter, the passage of Tom Waits and the group of three encountering a forest river resembles the surreal picture of the tree trunk in the lost jungle of Johnny Depp in "Dead Man" (Dead Man). The camera moves horizontally, and the road is taken carelessly. The feeling is full of poetry. Yes, the protagonist of Jamush’s film is always a marginal man who constantly wanders, the white-faced youth in "Long Holiday", Johnny Depp who travels through the wilderness in "The Outlaw", the escaped king of "Outlaw" , The unknown killer of "Ghost Dog", taxis running through five cities in "Night on Earth", Memphis running to pay tribute to Elvis in "Mystery Train" Travel, even Bill Murray, who drives to find his old lover in "Broken Flowers" (Broken Flowers)... Most of the stories happen on the road. Except for this last one, no matter what the purpose of wandering, the protagonists are mostly free and free, different from the lost or broken era-young people are lashed on the road by the primitive anxiety in their hearts, no one guarantees that the end is not empty-sad It's like the city itself.

It’s like New York in "Long Holiday": it’s not modern and glamorous, it’s blues, and the streets where no one is decorated by the saxophone are becoming more and more empty and lonely-the de-modernization of the city is also obvious in the other movies mentioned above, so the city Or the countryside has the same desolation-only at the end, when the protagonist boarded a passenger ship bound for Paris and left New York behind, the international metropolis symbolically appeared in sight as a concrete forest. At the rest of the time, it is composed of broken walls, rubble, ruins, simple apartments, and bleak streets. The key figures include the explosive mother who lives in the psychiatric department, the soldiers still tortured by the memory of the Vietnam War, and hides in the cage without saying a word. The downfall of a woman... In the 1980s, not too far away from the clamor of the counter-cultural movement, the air raid-like environmental sound reflected the shadow of the most notorious event in the country’s modern history: the Vietnam War. So do you think Jamusch can only play? In addition to the plot of the game, there is no lack of joking or reflection on current affairs; in other movies, racial issues are more prominent.

The still life description/the outline of the room at the beginning of "The Long Holiday" is very colorful, lonely and beautiful. The narrator says that the freshness of the new place will always be lost, and every time I can only get out and leave; the room is very similar to people, I see A new room will guess the life and character of the owner, and in the final analysis people and people are always similar. The camera freezes for the first time in the apartment, the girl sitting by the window with her legs raised like an oil painting, until Parker walks into the frame. That posture is reminiscent of Edward Hopper's color; almost predictably, even after a conversation about loneliness begins. One said I was tired of being alone. The other deliberately ignored the subtext and replied that so I wander, I am born lonely, and wandering will make you think you don't. The person who said this finally encountered his kind at the dock: one left Paris to New York, and one left New York to Paris. Where you go is not the key, you can be your Babylon wherever you go; Babylon is always elsewhere.

And you know, everyone likes to see himself in movies. I'm like a traveler...

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  • Allie: Some people, you know, they - they can distract themselves with ambitions and motivation to work, you know, but not me... They think people like myself are crazy, you know. Everyone does because of the way I live, you know.

  • Allie: [reading from a book] She has dropped a roll of paper from her breast. A stranger picks it up, shuts himself in his room all night, and reads the manuscript, which contains the following: When she ventured out with her silk net, on the end of a russ, chasing the wild, free hummingbird. Send me one and I, in return, will wreath a garland of violets, mint, and geraniums. I was not present at the event of which my daughter's death was the result. If I had been, I would have defended that angel at the cost of my blood. Maldoror was passing with his bulldog. He sees a young girl sleeping in the shade of a plain tree. At first he took her for a rose. It is impossible to say which came first to his mind - the sight of this young girl or the resolution which followed. He undresses rapidly like a man who knows what he is going to do. He opens the angular claws of the steel hydra; and armed with a scalpel of the same kind, seeing that the green of the grass had not yet disappeared beneath all the blood which had been shed, he prepares, without planning, to dig his knife courageously into the unfortunate child. Widened hole, he pulls out one after one... corpses sleep again in the shade. Pig-snouted brutishness covered him with its protective wings and cast loving glances at him.