Although there are three seasons, three stories seem to take place in one season: summer, heat, and rain. For a movie from the perspective of a small person, I first hope that it is objective, because in the face of many obscurations, only the objective can be accurate, revealing and pointing directly to the point. The objective is not to avoid the story, but to disperse the energy of the story and let it seep into every detail of the characters, like watching the leaf blowing to know what kind of wind is blowing. This requires a very keen observation of reality, not every detail. Every director has such courage and ability. Of course, the existence of a good story is necessary for us to be touched occasionally, to free the story from the entanglement of reality, to make it universal and suitable for all viewers of different cultures, ages and ages. In this regard, The only thing that is common to human nature is emotion, which can become the universal language of stories. In this film, it is friendship, love, and family affection; at the same time, slow and silent, the film uses poetry to cover up reality, such as the life of a coachman , if it's just chasing women, reading while waiting for a customer, having the occasional Fun for All car race, and getting a bonus for turning a money-hungry prostitute into Woody Allen's "The Whore of Mensa", such as a The lotus-picking girl's job is already romantic enough to sing and sing, and people and things are in harmony. Fortunately, they are not in the city of mechanical industry, and they make a desertion. Falling into the machine is much more serious than falling into the water. The stitching of this era is better to use poetry to satisfy our imaginative nostalgia for the agricultural era that has gone away, and then, more interestingly, the film uses the story to cover up the contradiction, the contradiction between the employer and the employee, the peasant and the peasant. Contradictions among peers, or, to put it further, the ubiquitous postcolonial cultural contradictions, the American men and women who talk and laugh in the car and have no sense of the toil of the driver, the Eastern coachman who smokes cheap drinks under the Big Coca-Cola billboard, The old Vietnam War father and the new Vietnamese daughter, who are wonderfully linked by blood, and the "America/Vietnam" in the producers who are more wonderfully linked by interests. Interestingly, maybe the author is not ignorant to show that he is not ignorant. , he had a prostitute shout to a coachman an almost manifesto-like statement: "I want money! I want to enter high society!" And this introspection is not translated into the story, on the contrary, it is restrained It's like every time we wait for something to happen, the camera cuts to another story, or that dark, silent little guy, and that's what really fascinates me about this movie. The little guy who was wearing a raincoat but still soaked his head and face, although he runs through the film, he seems to be outside the film, just as every time he appears, he extinguishes the sun and brings wind and rain. The little guy has never been wrapped into a digestible story, he is just a fragment I walked around, entertained myself behind the curtain separated from the audience, accidentally cut the curtain, and immediately became the entertainment of others; sat down in front of the TV wall, chose one to indulge in it, and felt lonely; There was a rain, which allowed him to fold a paper boat and watch the boat drift away with the rain without direction. Of course, as life reminds us, a turning point can happen at any time, just like a football can wake him from a dream, Join a Sahuan in the rain, and at this time, he almost forgot why he was walking, why he was here, we remembered for him, yes, he lost his cargo box, nowhere to go, we put the cargo box Give it to him, he kicked the ball and hung the cargo box away, like kicking away a dream in the darkness that was already hidden behind the camera. Think about it, if these clips are edited into a short film, this is almost the third world version of "Four Hundred Blows". If I am allowed to add some more, this is almost an inner journey of enlightenment.
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