Where is my babylon

Rico 2022-11-28 20:23:08

I almost watched Jiamuxu's movies, only to trace back to the origin to see his debut, "Long Holiday Long Man" in 1980. It is also the reason why I love him so much. Since then, he has been using the protagonist Charlie Parker to express his continuous creative theme: traveling to strange places; strangers are always strangers; Came here from elsewhere, only to find that it is no different from here.

Although most of the works in the future will only show black and white, the debut works are in color, with a coarse and grainy image quality.
Without sound effects, the picture began to jump repeatedly between the busy streets of New York and the uninhabited poor streets, presenting a sharp contrast. The living environment and psychological state of the protagonist belong to the latter. It wasn't until his appearance that there was a gloomy, dull soundtrack. Parker wandered aimlessly in the inaccessible streets, met former Vietnam War soldiers in ruins, singing mad women, visited his mother in the mental hospital, watched the saleswoman in the theater reading books, and listened to black people telling stories about the Doppler effect ( The story also reflects the tragedy of life caused by the inability to realize self-worth). He stole a middle-class woman's car without premeditating, and set off on the journey again for $800. Before boarding the ship, Parker met a friend and looked forward to Paris, perhaps his Babylon.

The film is often shot at an oblique lens angle, showing Parker's loneliness and hesitation. It seems that Jamux wanted to realistically reflect the trauma of the war through the psychological state of young people in New York after the Vietnam War, such as soldiers who were panicked when they heard the helicopter; but he wanted to express more than this, that is, there is always the same in his bones. The sense of lack of belonging and insecurity was not unique to the specific social background of the United States after the Vietnam War. As a result, the film returned to his personal style of writing.

Finally, Charlie Parker's monologue:
I am the kind of person who is suitable for drifting. I feel like I will never stay somewhere for long. I'm not this kind of person. I don't want a job, or a house, or taxes, even though I still want a car. I have no idea. I am leaving now. After I left, I still miss this place. I think I am a traveler in a sense, the kind of traveler who has a long vacation.

You can always find resonance in the alienated pictures of Jamusch and the aimless characters. Everyone is born lonely, and for the time being, he takes refuge in his movies and stays with the same kind, right to be Babylon for a moment.

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Permanent Vacation quotes

  • 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.