As an outsider, you can see the whole leopard at a glance. I heard that this is an original novel, so I can only talk about the movie on the basis of the fact that I have not seen the original. The opening actually explained that the male protagonist is a liar, and here it is also insinuated that the job of art critics is to tell the dead or simply make up his own. However, behind the seemingly beautiful intellectual mask, all are hidden and dirty. Subject to collectors, the terminal of the industry chain, they are always passive, and all have to. I also sold it naturally, from now on. What kind of knowledge with bad conscience, as long as you can come forward, you can come, and you will dare to do anything. In the eyes of the outside world, these dogs must have desecrated art. As a marginal person in the contemporary art industry, I would like to say deeply that China and foreign countries are really the same taste, generally black. And not ashamed, still me.
The painter and Gaomei represent the sincerity and sincerity of human nature, and this coordinate forms the opposition and intertextuality with the industrial chain headed by the male protagonist and the collection. Although painters are at the bottom of the industrial chain. But when people get older, they don't care, they can do whatever they want. The artist's discussion of art in the film is relatively profound. To draw or not to draw is meaningless. The heroine Gao Mei understands and appreciates this kind of thinking, so in order to resonate with her confidant, she sent a portrait of the heroine. (There is also a signature) And the most incredible thing in the whole film is that the heroine has been threatened with life and still insists on confrontation. Not because she is not afraid of death, or because she owes it, but precisely because of her psychological recognition of the artist's ideas and ways of thinking, she firmly believes in right and wrong, upholds this nobleness, and martyrs for it. Her sacrifice must have been artistically handled.
The collection in the film can really be described as turning your hands into clouds and turning your hands into rain. Everything is under his control, the painter's miraculous death, and the control of the commentary male lead (the last fly envelope is also his handwriting, which is considered a threat). During the exhibition, the words were lit up. Everything is under the control of this top level. At the beginning, he threatened and ridiculed. Even if it was a fake, he did not smash it and sold it to the Tate Gallery. It's really dark here. And this extreme irony can only be the handwriting of the original novel. Deeply black this industry, the capital face of the deep black industry chain.
Finally, I want to say that whoever gives a low score loses his conscience, I'm sorry for the heroine Gao Mei.
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