When I was in middle school, I was close to this state. I even thought that I could say something like Niu B by practicing cultivation. But today, that state of mind has long since disappeared, and my head is full of poo. I only think of moving this sentence out when I'm talking about it. Shaking, a thick layer of ash fell.
Abbas is a poetic elder. In this era, the only things that can persist in slowness are poetic in their bones. His movie is like a cool eucalyptus, which has the effect of relieving irritability and removing fire. And poetry needs capital. It must be supported by humor and imagination. In the film, Abbas is wise, patient, kind and approachable. He seems to have been used to watching the vicissitudes of life, but there is still a small handful of raging fire in his chest to warm the surroundings. A large part of the space is to describe people who are superficial and persistent. Only a few shots, that full of poetry and emotions will flow out like the Euphrates River. Such as the end of a piece of "Lover under the Olive Tree". The figures of Taheri and Hussein shrunk into two white dots, moving among the olive groves and green fields. The lens has spread for several minutes, but it is like a delicate hand wiping the back, knowingly and comfortable.
Abbas is a director who uses long shots. The slow long shot can be used by him to be full of suspense and tension. For example, in the part of shouting "card" in succession, the shooting of amateur actors who have little performance skills makes people want to explore their hearts. It can be said that the way he set up suspense is very straightforward. For example, in the last chase, Taheri didn’t say a word, Hussein babbled and didn’t get bored with the almost unchanged scene, but in the rotating lens, I just want to watch it and want to know what happened later. Up.
Abbas is also the best at taking stories that are so simple that they can't be simpler, and nailing them to the soul with a sentence or two. This soul, just as the kind old man hidden in the dark old room in "Where is my friend's house" talks about the really deep and beautiful flower pattern on the window lattice, which represents people's wisdom and spirituality. And in "Olive Tree", there are seemingly ridiculous remarks that Hussein hastily skipped. "If the landlord marries the landlord, the rich marry the rich, and the illiterate marry the illiterate, then it's over. We should help each other, the landlord marries the illiterate, the rich marry the poor..." Abbas smiled softly on the side. Without denying anything, he took out his cigarette and started smoking.
"Lover under the Olive Tree", a dull film at first, is quite fascinating to the middle and later stages. Only people with a sense of humor can capture so many interesting details in life. And only those who are keenly aware of life can speak words that directly appeal to people's hearts. Abbas seemed to take pictures of these poor and lovely poor people with a joking attitude. He is well aware of their suffering and does not demand their self-improvement, but tolerates and loves them, and prays simple prayers for their happiness.
I dare not say whether Abbas took pictures of Iran beautifully. Yes, the boy who travels back and forth across the mountain just to give his classmates the workbook is wonderful. The married life described by Hussein is sweet. But I dare not say that the winding paths on the green hills are beautiful, and I dare not say that the shabby houses and Prestel are beautiful. What I want to say is that it is warm and beautiful because of Abbas. Like a human dwelling, it is beautiful because it is soaked in poetry.
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