"Indochina", "Lover", "Heaven and Earth", "The Last of Saigon", "Out of Africa",
"A Trip to India", "Havana", "Chinese Box", "Desert Sky" and "The English Patient"
What are the inner qualities of these films Contact?
Why can't I calmly appreciate it or lazily identify with it?
Colonialism, colony, colonialism, colonialism, and colonialism...This seems to be some ancient concepts,
too long to be explored and praised. Ruggie from Kipling and William de Sao ink Dorset Maugham's short
novels, E · M · Forster's "A Passage to India," O. Henry "cabbage and Emperor", a
till Graham Green’s "The Core of the Problem", those
lowly euphemistic stories backed by Africa, Asia, and Latin America , are all neglected by us.
Those
young men who walked through exotic streets in a daze to send long letters to faraway London or Paris , those elderly gentlemen who repeated the same joke when they had lunch with local ladies, those who
drank guns in hotel rooms Strangers who committed suicide, those
married men who started drinking one cup after another in the morning ...We don't care too much.
However, Louis Arno's "Lover" appeared. It is not only the scale temptation of sex performance,
but also a kind of aesthetic created by a complex, a kind of story formed by aesthetics. A deeper
flirting.
Compared with "Lover", "Indochina" does not wait until the end of the song to experience the sadness and sadness. This
story has traces of God's condemnation. Because the protagonist is no longer a girl who has no knowledge of the world but only understands amorous feelings,
but a middle-aged woman who waits for love and rebellion, reunion and separation.
We may begin to be moved ── are those who spent youth in a foreign country, who do not have
the opportunity to repent people died in front of compatriots, those who rely on diaries and life-support people reply that
those destined to enjoy the embrace of love is doomed to die of betrayal Friends of people. Remembrance into, but
was already casting haze of confusion, talking about them; I'll come back when people have to go, Who River of mining hibiscus, also said he
had; For crossed the Yellow River ice Sechuan, will be posted on the Taihang mountain snow , Talking about them; waiting for a home to return, Du
Juan Xiu cried to his ear, talking about them.
However, should we also pay attention to those silent natives? Those servants, those drivers, those
prisoners, those beggars, those fortune-tellers, those women, and the babies on their backs?
We heard the sobbing of the white people, the bitter laughter and the babble from the beginning to the end, but ── what about the moaning of the Asian land? Where is the roar of the African land?
What about the gunfire in the jungles of South America? What about the dignity that the colonialists cast in silence?
Watching "Indochina" is inevitably sad, but there is still a little anger. While
sighing for the white people, don’t forget the yellow people, our Asian compatriots.
I can’t forget that detail—the young officer got into the heroine’s carriage and apologized to him, confessed, caressed, and
begged for joy. The heroine did not forget to tell her native driver: "Go out." So
the bearded driver slowed down. Get out of the car, take up an umbrella, and stand on the rainy street, silent.
In the rainy season in Asia, on the streets of Asia, the dragon set without lines, his silence made me speechless.
I don't know how many years he has been in the rain,
but since then,
I have begun to question all the clear skies, the clear skies in Asia, praised by white people.
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