It was not until the middle of the film that I gradually got used to the rhythm. The story always became a little dull when it was turned into a text narrative, and the intricate relationship would at most turn into an eye-catching logic problem and it ended hastily, but when the picture starts to move, everything is become absurd. Just like the climax night in the play, the lights on the stage dimmed, and I saw myself jumping. The dance of the skeletons and the rapidly moving spotlight caught the protagonists one by one, crying and running happily, rolling and struggling on the ground. . Supporting role, third party. Unbelievable sadness until the end of the gunshot.
The endings of "My Mind in Milan" and "Paris, Texas" that I watched a few days ago were also so unreasonably paused, but only it showed an Agatha-style ending attitude. An accidental misunderstanding, an accidental tragedy, all the exaggerated forms stopped in the air and became statues. The subtitles appear, a doll is completely placed, and when the next appearance, it winds up and becomes active again.
The camera is always on the outer edge of all events, like the machine that the hero who likes to collect all kinds of music boxes is most proud of. Everyone dances in the box with the music. The interesting thing is that the faces of the heroes are often far away. , while the puppets in the music box are extremely dignified and clear. At the party, the machine malfunctioned, and the repeated long tones completely disrupted the logic that had been formed in the brain.
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