Movies have been a product of industrialization from the very beginning. From the photography gun in the mid-19th century to the event camera that truly opened the history of filming, to the increasingly rampant computer special effects and visual effects, this invention attached to a thin plane was originally born and isolated in a laboratory. Even if it succeeded in moving from the peeping hole of the diorama to the general public, to the mainstream, and to the sacred palace of disseminating artistic ideas and cultural values, the film never intended to break away from the original technical genes. For this primitive gene, the attitude of the film critics has always been complicated. When the movie takes up the banner of literature and art, how to use technology, wherever it is applied, has become a watershed between great masters and money-making confuses. In the history of human culture, there has never been a medium in the original setting like a movie that shows the entanglement of these two complementary but contemptuous forces, and there has never been such a rush that everyone can intervene. situation.
I have believed in the art of masters and admired technical madmen. The more movies I can watch, the concept of a good movie seems to be blurred. Is it full of creative plots, overlapping magical structures, dazzling lens language, or profound and sharp social significance. I have been pretending to be a niche pretender for so many years, but now I seem to gradually downplay all the labels that show the gold content, almost relying on animal instincts to criticize. In other words, there is no criticism of this action at all.
Just talk about the film "The First Day of the Rest of Your Life". The dexterous title, the warm-toned European setting, the sweet and bitter family narrative, and the parents who are so beautiful and the children who are so arrogant. This typical French style is small and fresh, perhaps clichéd, or sensational, or so shallow that you guessed all the stories and tears in the opening song, but it still makes me unable to resist obediently submitting to it, and then throw it away when every obvious tear comes. The armor unloaded instantly changed back to the 13 or 14-year-old girl.
When I was thirteen or fourteen, I was obsessed with French movies like this. At that time, it was the rebellious period of my life. Wearing black clothes, a book of poems, playing truant, and running away from home, it was as helpless, pure and sad as a budding new concept. Although I spend most of my mental, mental, physical and combat power at 45 degrees every day thinking about the philosophy of the world’s suffering and the end of the world, I have always been at the forefront of the times, looking forward to the situation, and foreseeing that the battlefield of literary and artistic youths will be rushing towards the direction of movies. The bright prospects of the company, so the light and heat spread to this emerging industry in the first time. To be precise, it is the hallmark image project of the industry. The chief literary and artistic male publicist, and Gaolu Xiongji France is also. After years of hard work under the care of the German State Administration of Radio, Film and Television during the war, the country that gave birth to the Lumiere brothers exploded and forced a new wave. A photographic pen was erected aggressively on the central ring line of Paris, drew one circle after another on the left bank and the right bank. For a time, cities rose up mythically, and golden mountains miraculously gathered. The movie, the evil crystallization of capitalist industrialization, the mass-produced goods in the workshop turned into the author's private property, the activated charcoal to purify the vast number of literary and artistic youths, and even a revolutionary weapon to break through the ideology. You see, what an awesome trend this is. Of course, I, who was still writing obscure poems at the time, didn't realize this. In that era of fluttering black clothes, what I really cared about were Alandron’s gray eyes, Depadillo’s big nose, Louis de Fenez’s little bald head, Sophie Marceau’s high swings and colorful colors. His hat, Juliet's deep eye sockets and jumping freckles, Ai's beautiful double windmills and chicken breasts, shouting two children who dare not dare, Antoine who can't finish and Godard who can't understand . Whether it’s a model or a privatization, French films with different styles like this, whether they are heavy and boring or crazy, whether it’s fast-forwarding or super long shots, whether it’s humanistic care or people’s three urgency, no matter how lofty the theme is. No matter how boring, it exudes inexplicable attraction anyway. This does not come from masters, famous actors, imagery or scenes, or even from that great tide, but where it comes from, it has always been unclear.
Many years later, when I stood alone under the sunset of the Seine, this inexplicable attraction solved all my doubts in a silent language for the first time. The sun moving slowly west carries the umami taste of dinner. The hurrying tourists on the riverside gradually dispersed, but more men and women lying barefooted appeared on the embankment. When the cruise ship passed by, there was a burst of whistle, mixed with the soothing music of the parade under the bridge lights, sometimes it was a cello, sometimes it was African drums, and sometimes there was nothing. Standing on the new bridge in this way, like Benoz with jumping freckles, he forgot the travel guide in his backpack and his wallet with only 5 euros left.
This is Paris, this is Galluschonqui France. There is an attraction that makes people happy and discouraged.
On the last summer night in "The First Day of the Rest", a family sitting together, rotating orbital shots. A dim chandelier, a bottle of red wine from life to death. There are no tears and farewells, only the blandest complaints and short stories. This is one of the most common French dinners. I spent four or five days in Paris almost every day from dusk to dark, talking to a foreigner who had never been masked before, as if for a lifetime, but only used the shortest and shortest one. time.
I think this is also the attraction of French movies to me. It's so long and dull as if it were a lifetime. But in his peculiar rhythm and background music, it gradually smooths you down, slows you down, and pulls you to the end of the bridge, to the bank of the Seine, to the moment when you can walk through your whole life with peace of mind. , Can smile reluctantly.
Just like the old handsome father in the film, he opens a bottle of red wine from birth to death and then dies.
This kind of movie, even if there are many "thoughs", is good to me.
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