Mushroom head, when I mention this word, it is destined that such an article cannot have a deep tone or create a gorgeous mood. And I have no intention of creating a mood. Probably we have all seen too many seemingly sad film reviews, and used seemingly slurred words to build up a seemingly deep insight. We always see fragility, pain, sadness and tears, and see quasi-wet people groaning while touching themselves. Whose tears are flying with the cow in the air? In the years when the petty bourgeoisie was rampant, the gorgeous sadness was just as blooming as the vending machines on the street.
Lost, what am I going to say? Oh, what I want to say is that mushroom head. That killer little lover. "Léon". An excellent movie always has one or two shots that make you feel like you've been slapped hard. The moment I was slapped, it was the moment Léon opened the door, the light of heaven's door opened wide. The little girl's face was lighted up, and when she got nowhere to go, she was saved.
I have tried to ignore the beard stubble on my face and imagine myself as a girl like a jade flower. I imagined that at that age and situation, I was shining all over by the light of heaven and accepted rescue with tears streaming down my face. The conclusion that I put myself on the ground is: If I were me, I would also fall in love with the old bald man who was not flattering.
So how can an old bald boy fall in love with a little boy? My conclusion after closing my eyes and meditating is: If it were such a little girl, I would fall in love. I will not discuss the maturity of this little girl in terms of physical development for the time being. I only talk about the charmingness that this little girl exudes in her gestures, and her fascination in her eyes. This is too terrible.
Natalie Portman, was it 12 or 13 when I made this film? The angel's face and the fascinating charm far beyond the age, such a wonderful mixture makes men unable to resist. At least I can't resist this. This is the biggest difference between women and men-women have always been charming since girlhood, and men have been unable to support the wall in mud for a long period of time. I am ashamed to think back to what a bird I looked like when I was 12 years old-two slugs with blue dragons hanging on my mouth? The red scarf behind the bad boy's butt picking up cigarette butts? I can't bear to look back, I can't bear to look back, we always felt extremely upset for those young girls falling in love with older men in the age of boys. In fact, we only blamed us for being too uncomfortable in the age of boys.
It seems to run away again. In fact, I want to write such nonsense in the gap between nine and five, just because I saw a piece of news when I was flipping through the newspaper: Natalie is going to co-produce a movie with Jet Li. In the newspaper, this little girl once turned into a professional actor with an experienced smile, glaring at me on half of the page. The same eyebrows and faces, once inadvertently and naturally, have turned into a well-trained and measured charm.
This feeling was a little bit turbulent when I saw the queen in "Star Wars" a few years ago, but now it is a full flood. Probably many people have experienced this kind of pain: the female classmate who had a crush in junior high school, that ponytailed female classmate, one day became an aunt who scolded the street vendors at the vegetable market. About Natalie, about the little girl I had to say, that's actually all I have to say.
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