Flight of the Red Balloon short comments

Adelbert 2022-03-15 09:01:11

The image of trains is often seen in Hou Hsiao-hsien’s films. The trains come and go, and it seems that the eternal city has become an uncertain station. The stories that take place in the time gap of the short stop are even more parting. Hou Hsiao-hsien has always had the melancholy of passing away and the futility of retaining life, but day by day, the trivial skin eventually turns into an intriguing trace of life / A red balloon is like a gorgeous soap bubble in such a life, first seeing it to people Surprise, impermanence is sad / The ending song before the subtitles is very surprising.
Allie 2022-03-17 09:01:09

We can think of it as the French version of Winter's Holiday. The creative anxiety of the characters is diluted into the everyday discourse of the fixed camera. The red balloon transcends or dominates the French urban space, as long as the camera moves slightly upwards. Its existence is not some kind of escape, on the contrary, it unites two kinds of France: France as an everyday space and time and France as a cultural symbol, occupied by the specter of the stage. And Hou Hsiao-hsien captured the cultural phenomenon since Rousseau—the fascination with and adaptation of "Chinese drama" made Yuan Dynasty puppet shows appear in French in this foreign land of Europe. Song Fang abbreviated her name to "Song", from Beijing (however, these correspond to the real situation of the actor herself), an oriental image that often appears in European films, but the DV in her hands means the power to watch. Resist, make space a kind of image, and stay in "Red Balloon" which is a stereotype of France for foreigners in the 1950s. Whether it is the French adaptation of the Chinese Yuan Opera or the film as a tribute to "Red Balloon" itself, their "failure" itself implies a misreading of legitimacy.

French in Chinese eyes

Uriel 2022-02-07 14:55:35

I didn't even notice who the director was before watching it, I just watched it for Binoche, but after 10 minutes of watching it, I concluded that this must be a Chinese director's movie. The difference between China and the West, especially the difference between China and France, is so obvious in the film that it makes me want to laugh at every turn. In the film, Song Fang is always dressed in black, calm and composed, and moves carefully in a small space. , and the lovely French people went in and out, making noise, like a flock of pigeons thumping around her.

I don't see any other meaning (if any), and I don't know what the red balloon was like before. Here, the red balloon is like an observer from China (red, anyway, still represents the color of China). I observe the words and deeds of the French with my own vision, taking people as mirrors and foreigners as mirrors. Just as movies cannot replace travel, travel cannot replace movies. It is rare to get such an in-depth look at a French family. When my wife went to Paris, she was amazed at the casual nature of a Chinese girl who had been completely French. In the icy attic on the top floor, small spaces and clutter are filled with objects. And that girl looks like she owns the whole world. Free and elegant, romantic and uninhibited, it is not easy for us to understand what life would be like if these spirits were nationalized and nationalized. "Emily" and the like can't answer us, but this film can, and it answers very well.

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