"Milk" is Sean Penn's film, to be honest, if it wasn't for the fact that I thought the poster was a bit interesting, if it wasn't for several people recommending me to watch it, and if it wasn't for 囧dan just happened to have this film, (wrong, he has all kinds of films. ..) If it wasn't for the fact that I went to bed after eating one night, maybe that movie would have been the same as "Wicker Park", "Tear Scar" or "Once" on my computer before, maybe in about ten months I wouldn't even want to see it. I just happened to open the film, and it just happened to have the kind of nostalgic tone I like in the opening sequence, so I lay in my warm bed and watched Milk.
In fact, it seems that many movies are not suitable for two people to watch. In my heart, I always feel that the suitable movies for two people to watch together are either horror movies or comedy movies. If you can’t laugh together, you can at least scream together. If you can’t cry together, at least you can. Hold each other tightly and feel the heartbeat.
But what about this movie?
funny? kinda.
Touching? kinda.
Thriller, not without.
Say it's a documentary? Calculate.
Saying it's a romance movie is fine.
Say it's a gay movie? obvious.
Call it an inspirational film, it seems to be okay.
If I am a speechless person to briefly describe the storyline of this movie, maybe a lot of movies are on the line. Political fans will kill me, but I hate the movie that turns the movie into politics the most. It's not that it has nothing to do with you, but it's too boring to talk about everyone. And if it's interesting, you can talk about it as you like, and the fuck you talk about the fact that there are human rights and no human rights, hey, you know this well, why are you talking about it...
Well, let me describe the content of this gay film in my normal dry description style. It was a dry gay named Milk, who met his fourth life partner when he was forty. This partner is super handsome, there is an Irishman in the show, and when he met Milk, he told him, you should change yourself, you are 40 years old. So the 40-year-old businessman set out to change. Wow this is not inspiring! When I was forty years old, under the excitement of love, I changed a city, changed a place, changed a way of life, and started from scratch. They moved to New York together and opened a photographic equipment store on a street (seemingly), but when they opened the store they were obstructed by Catholics at the time, as well as by society. They wore flared trousers and a beard and kissed in the block. But the resistance was getting bigger and bigger. The Catholics got the support of the parliamentarians and started a large-scale campaign to support the issue of killing comrades, so the gay side was terrified. As the owner of a photography shop, he was also gay, and he tried to change his way of doing things. One thing Milk, who can be proud of, decides to run for the Senate. Because blacks have black leaders, Chinese have Chinese leaders, and Catholics have Catholic leaders, so gays must have a strong political figure to support them, protect them, and safeguard their due rights. He made a lot of effort, during which he met a young comrade with big glasses who was going to Spain to spend his life with his lover. (I think I like this person very much, but I didn't pay attention to who played it, because I can't recognize European and American stars at all.) This little comrade became his right-hand man in his political career, and he played with him. The double reed is his best assistant. This little comrade cried to Milk after returning from Spain. In the dark little workshop, he took off his black-rimmed glasses and wiped them, saying, "I thought I could spend my whole life with him." His eyes were sore. Sour, I suddenly thought of what Yan Zhoumu once said to me, you have to get used to some things, such as accepting those joys and sorrows by yourself, and being loved, abandoned and deceived.
I did accept some things silently after some things, but so far I still can't accept it as calmly as he said.
Following those people, the election process began, and the handsome partner left Milk for the fourth election, despite the love in their eyes. milk watched him silently from a comfortable chair as he left, and as he left, he took the file off his lap and ran to the window to see the back. Probably still have to say that sentence, why can't people who clearly love each other be together. Falling in love is bullshit. Then they had another partner for each other. milk has a partner named Jack, who is willful, squeamish, pretentious, naive and cheesy. Milk's companion and I couldn't understand why he was with him at first. After reading it, I realized that everyone has a desire to protect, and Jack is weak, and although he has all kinds of bad things, his greatest benefit may be to treat milk wholeheartedly, because milk is his everything. When a person regards you as his everything, the sense of dependence and satisfaction should be irresistible. What's more, when you come home after a busy day, someone is waiting at home, making a salad and waiting for you to come back to eat, which is so heartwarming. Then I got busier and busier, I was busy debating and arguing with politicians, and mediating between various factions for the sake of interests. Milk said that I was so annoying. But Jack still called to ask him what time he would be home, and he said it was a quarter past six. When he got home, he found that the house was covered with the last piece of paper, saying I love you, goodbye, and this is my last performance. Do you like it? Open the door and Jack hangs in the bathroom. He was lying on the floor with Jack's body in his arms and collapsed and cried, and so did I. Why. I have no idea. I really don't know, I just want to cry. And then later he won that election. And then did some big things, but that didn't matter. He was finally killed. A poster of his favorite opera Tosca hangs in the window opposite the moment he was killed.
I also saw the poster of Tosca the day before yesterday when I came home from Line 2. 囧dan watched the poster for a long time. But now I really hate the feeling of being separated from others. I remember that when I went back to the dormitory, my senior brother sent me to the door of the dormitory, and then went back by myself. But now even going to the airport in the middle of the night, I have to take a taxi to the hotel by myself, and take the bus by myself when I go home at night. It turns out that after graduating, everything has really become a waste of money. It's not worth a dime. I want to sleep with someone with a round belly and bigger boobs than me. I think every winter the quilt is warm inside, and then when I was curled up on one side, another curled up person knocked on me and said that I was holding my back, and I felt insecure. Ah, it's funny just thinking about it.
But that's not impossible. It turned out that my life started to become a tragedy. No color, go away.
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