Some said it was Mexico, some said it was Spain, and the story was published in Argentina. These places are the passages between the continent and the sea, and unrestrainedness and enthusiasm have become their characteristics.
I like "Flaming Coins", more than "Law of Lust". Although, Lao Wa's narrative is more unconstrained and unrestrained, and the theme song is more gorgeous. But obviously, except for the crappy movie name, "Burning Coins in Flames" is more profound and timeless.
Before this movie, you couldn't imagine that two such handsome and nearly perfect men could have love in this way. Especially, this love was staged in Western society.
The reason why "Flaming Coins" surpasses "Law of Lust" is also here. They are not simply love (homosexuality), but more openly placing this love in the atmosphere of public opinion and pressure, just like "Flaming Coins" "Is both a "colleague" and a lover, who wants to love but hesitates, a bit like the situation where homosexuality runs into a wall in "Farewell My Concubine".
When you see the end, you will know how this kind of love cannot be tolerated in this world and cannot survive.
In fact, for such a movie, too much interpretation is completely unnecessary, and it is unnecessary.
Then the most powerful is the lines and music of the entire movie.
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his pale face, clear eyes like the sun.
His curly hair was golden, and his silence was like the sea.
He is brilliant and dizzy, never cold and lonely, warm.
And he is weird and blue when he is silent, crazy and charming when he is violent.
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They are like twin brothers, but looks different, but equally eye-catching.
Their entanglement is a raging fire. Infarct desire.
When the sun jumps out of the sea,
when the sun sinks into the sea.
In short, they are far apart, when they are not intense, they do not collide, they do not agitate, and they do not know that they are similar to each other.
"I hear voices, always..." In
this way, he robbed him of all outside noises and
blocked interference from the invasion, leaving only two people.
seaside.
He took off his cigarette, put it back to his mouth, and circled his finger around the tip of his nose.
His fingers always smelled
like sawdust
and gunpowder.
Or blood, or the smell of sex.
"All this reminds me of working in the station toilet,
of working, of traveling, of being
in a cheap hotel, undressing...
in the dark..."
No matter how tall and handsome a man is, he will cry
like a child and sing like a dancing girl. Through the desolation...
"My life is far away, I love you more.
My life, thinking of my return.
I know that wealth is not as good as your kiss, why is that? I love you more. An
instant close, sweet kiss ." A
crappy translation can only capture the remaining information between short sentences, and it is still strong.
The last scene, the siege of everyone.
He and him formed a fire of two people, and his profile was
as handsome as a Roman warrior.
Kisses, unscrupulous,
encirclement and suppression from the outside world, bullets about to be shot into the body, the
last tears,
the scorching heat of the fire
Reaching Datong at this time
"You are my life,
cast my loneliness in this direction."
"Mary cheers, all grace, jealous with you, one of you women bless art, Jesus, blessed is the one I nurtured fruit. holy Mary, mother of God, now those of us who do not believe in God, prayer, and at the time of our death. "
" soon
just around the corner
for a while we can leave this awful place
'll see
a look
Wait and see how long we can be together ..." There is
never an answer.
It's like the ending of the novel "Burning Coins in Flames".
Vaguely,
his last monologue was within reach :
"My mother believed that I was destined to be misunderstood. No one understood me, but I still got someone who loved me by chance." His voice sounded like an echo. "The colorful carriage will come and pull me away and leave this place." At that time, he could reunite with Cadebrignone (NENE), in the vast countryside, in the wheat fields, in the quiet night. The whistle of the ambulance faded away, disappearing at the turn of the intersection, and Elela Avenue was once again empty.
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