My childhood memories are often the most profound. This is why I have not considered watching the Transformers after I heard it was released: I am very afraid that the dreamlike memories of my childhood will be broken by things that are too high-tech, even if these memories contain them. After 8 o'clock, although I saw from the door of someone else’s house in the living room where the big brother Optimus Prime and the boss of Megatron were fighting vigorously, they had to be ordered to do homework or sleep by their parents carrying the collar of their clothes. .
Our Transformers have no TAKARA, no Hasbro. To be able to see one or two toys that can transform a head, two arms and two legs from a car or plane on a stall near the school is the biggest pastime after school every day. Even when passing by that stall on weekends, I have to panic with my parents and go to the stall to watch. As for whether the robot is an animated image on TV, that is actually secondary. But even so, a little King Kong worth seven or eight yuan can only be seen. If you really buy it, you will definitely take it to school; if you bring it to school, you will definitely take it out to play; if you take it out to play, you will inevitably let others see it, and this other person obviously includes the head teacher or the subject teacher ——So it is inevitable to be reduced to training, punishment station, toy confiscation, notification to parents... Some toys have gone through their short and glorious lives in this process.
Occasionally, the stall owner will put up some pretty well-made King Kong, with stickers on the top of the Decepticons or Autobots (that is, Decepticons and Autobots) logos-for example, I have seen Pass a highly realistic F-15, imitating Starscream. This extremely unscrupulous practice made the booth a place where we must go to watch after school within a month and be highly reluctant to leave. This made the teacher hate it and often went to the booth to ambush students who did not return home on time: this The confrontation was sharp until one day that Starscream was finally bought by someone more unscrupulous, because the mysterious buyer made the atmosphere of the boys in the classroom very low that day.
After I grew up, I started to learn some idioms. When the teacher taught us to read "Like a Concubine", I remembered that scene again. "Knowledge comes from experience!" Marx and his elders thought very deeply, and when I recalled it, I suddenly felt that this matter was a little philosophically sacred.
A few ingenious students will draw Autobots or Decepticons in their diaries or textbooks, and more talented students will draw Optimus Prime’s head in their diaries or textbooks, and their qualifications will go straight to Vinci’s. The students will draw group portraits of the Transformers according to the shape on the sticker. While we collectively cheered and rushed to convey that the paper is expensive in Luoyang, it is also inevitably regarded by the teacher as the leader of the rebels like Hong Xiuquan and Yang Xiuqing, plus the first two The class was too lively and was regarded as accomplices with the Taiping Army, and was ruthlessly extinguished.
Later, this student seemed to be admitted to a famous domestic academy of fine arts and officially began his journey as a master. And people like me who can only paint the Autobot logo are forced to become a technical migrant worker studying science and engineering, and occasionally come up to miss the past years. By the way, my understanding of the so-called perspective and three-dimensional composition starts from drawing energy blocks...
Of course, there are also extremely NB classmates who have relatives in provincial capitals or large coastal cities. They even shipped a set of six that can be assembled. The digging tiger who became a Hercules brought it back. He couldn't help but brought this extremely precious set of fetishes to the school. Before he could start a Westernization Movement that changed our understanding of street stall toys, he was ruthlessly suppressed by the teacher. This kind-hearted student was forced to cry while being punished for writing and copying regrets. Of course, because this set of toys was too expensive, the teacher quickly returned it, but he was ordered not to bring it to school. Later, this classmate invited me to visit his house. When I saw the green shimmering ground digger again, I was almost dizzy with happiness.
When I was young, I grew up on a local TV station. Sometimes I was lucky. A parent who was in charge of the 8 o’clock gear occasionally brought home the video tapes that Transformers would be broadcasting in the next few days. So there were six or seven boys of the same age in the compound. The crowd was so excited that when they returned to school the next day, each became a temporary spokesperson for Cybertron: even at the risk of being immediately extinguished and punished. But the pleasure of being admired by the students around and being a news center makes people like the little girl wearing red dancing shoes, who keeps jumping: a few years later, we know that this psychological effect has supported countless third-rate gossips. Entertainment magazines.
Twenty years ago, we at the stall made up our minds that we must have a robot of our own in the future; 20 years ago, we at the school vowed to be free to talk about whether a tape recorder is more powerful at some point in the future. Sound waves are still fierce; two decades ago, we were dragged away from the TV by our parents and forced to face homework with a desire to watch cartoons for hours on end. Because we were desperate at the time, it was impossible for us to reason with our parents and elders, and it was unlikely that a seven- or eight-year-old kid would come up with some classical philosophical or postmodernist vocabulary. And the most important point is that I suspect that even if we are reasonable, we may not be able to be recognized: this is the worst.
But twenty years later, when a TAKARA or Hasbro Transformers is not uncommonly appear on the website, few people have the same enthusiasm as before; twenty years later, when we finally have the freedom to roar " Autobots, deformed!” When I found that only my throat moved and my vocal cords opened, the sound was silently engulfed in a black hole like rays of light walking into the depths of the universe; when we “sorrow and hate” again When I was a teacher, I found that the interest and need were no longer there; as for the desire to watch cartoons for several hours, it has long since been numb with the advent of computers and the Internet.
So we need "Transformers". Although we have lost our obsession, we finally still have the warmth of memory; although we have lost our childhood, there is finally something for us to miss. We all know that those golden guys in the movie are too cool than cartoons, but we all agree that it is undoubtedly acceptable, because what we need is another time without excessive addiction. Looking for a kind of sustenance that might be possible in the addiction again and again. As for what is enjoyable, it doesn't really matter. Even if the settings in the animated version are re-applied, I think the viewers will definitely enjoy it. Even if I make a movie version of "Saint Seiya" in the future, let Li Yapeng play Seiya and Fan Bingbing play Saori, I think it can still be seen. It is an experience whether it is bad or not. The only request is, don't let Chen Kaige be the director...
So far, I just want to say one more point. After all, a movie is not a TV. Someone on the Internet criticizes that this is not the Transformers they want to watch, and that it is a pure Hollywood-style romantic movie with a supporting role as a robot. But I think nostalgia, if an artist can dig out more aspects, whether it is Hollywood or not, it should be more tolerant. After all, it is not easy to break an inherent impression and pattern: from this point, I am very grateful to Michael Bay. With two hours of childhood memories, why do you ask for too much?
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