I love the Ice Age series of trilogy. She and I agreed: The squirrel from the ancient times, with misfortune, told us that life is like this shit, with actions to tell us that shit looks like you still have to work hard to eat. This is inspirational. Successful learning at most is just brainwashing chicken soup for the soul.
So when I sat down on the stool and touched the 3D glasses, I was like a foodie armed to the teeth, thinking about the bang bang bang of the kitchen, the knife and fork and the mood were flying.
In other words, watching a good movie is a lack of enthusiasm for criticism. It's like eating a delicious meal, you can enjoy it as much as you want, why bother holding the halazia, pinching the chopsticks, and analyzing what the chefs use, what ingredients, what seasonings, what kind of seasoning, what kind of heat, and what kind of thought to make such a good dish. What about the dishes?
Actually, I'm not commenting.
It takes a professional to comment on this stuff. I was just reminiscing about the good times I had with girls and movies. I was full and lay in the sun with a toothpick in my mouth, squinting my eyes and reminiscing about it. I'm too lazy to analyze what's going on.
A girl who makes people ignore her appearance must be a good partner. Well, at least a good companion for watching movies. This ignorance doesn't mean that he didn't pay attention, but that he won't think of it in front of her. But once separated, you recall it as a unified image, one that is naturally comfortable and appropriate from the inside out—I try to avoid using the word "harmony" as much as possible. I hope I have clearly expressed the feeling that everyone can be a girl, and a small family can also be a jade.
I won't say much about the plot, it's relatively simple and I don't want to spoil it.
It is roughly a continuation of the Glacier series, an expression of the relationship between man and nature. If you want to find a central idea or something—you know that this vice is cultivated by education, it is: human beings can’t save anyone unless they are the savior, and humans can’t destroy anyone unless they are Satan. Humans always destroy themselves before destroying nature.
The adventures of birds ultimately depend on the animals themselves to save themselves from danger and defeat evil. What they need is not human harm or even human love, but just "Left me alone" - translate or understand it however you want.
Remember this point: Love and flight require the feeling of the heart, not the calculation of the brain.
picture, beautiful. The colors are so full that you feel like you are holding the hand of your first love and walking by the river where the breeze is coming. The light is rich in texture, and when a bunch of chaotic light comes over, you seem to feel that the mirror surface of the 3D glasses is slightly heating. The girl on the left said: When watching Avatar, the elves in the forest are flying in front of you, and you can't help but reach out and grab them. So did I, or I felt the slight overflow of the bird's breath as it flew over the tip of my nose. There were a few times when I suddenly reached out and grabbed the air. There were a few times when I twisted my shoulders unnaturally and wanted to samba.
The time background of the story is the Carnival in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. The 3D scene, the big one has a bird's-eye view of the whole city, the small one has the subtle changes in the facial expressions of the characters, and the complicated and grand one has the direct hit of the carnival of thousands of people in the whole city. It seems to be a big tide, and countless people are jumping in it like small shrimps, and even their jumping methods are different.
And how did this tide come about? It started with a look back. The sheep intestine trail turned gently, and the sea was turbulent. The momentary change of the camera lens excites the eyeballs and arouses the pleasure.
The soundtrack is the highlight. The whole movie is always like a brisk mountain spring flowing down the river, rushing and orderly. The plot naturally fluctuates and extends in the changing and beating of the music. What can be seen here is the director's confidence: I can make the audience breathless, reluctant to blink, and smooth down. A lot of details stopped abruptly. At that time, the audience didn't have time to taste it carefully. Now it's over. You have time, you still have to think about me.
It was too late to trace the small climaxes, and they moved forward again. It may seem too simple, but it's actually just right. With more lenses, it becomes an overinterpretation.
This seems to be exactly what some Chinese directors think they are good at. For example, Zhang Yimou's chrysanthemum in Golden Armor, Chen Kaige's steamed bun in Wuji. It is necessary to dig out the so-called earth-shattering truth in a thin story, and drive the characters, pictures, and music into a blind spot made of gold. Treat empty people and places as big scenes, and stinky superficial preaching as profound. This is really a first grade than Siniang's 45° angle.
The characters are relatively thin. However, this is clearly not the point. The director is not here to discuss love with us.
A few more detailed thoughts:
First, I thought that the villain's big bird was going to die, but it didn't. It's not like some movies, it won't be fun if you don't kill the villain at the end. "Cut the grass to get rid of the roots" These are the lines of the villain, but such a fact is often a decent task.
In addition, Western films often make the following statement: During the filming of this film, no animal was harmed. However, our director was able to show off while talking and laughing, tying a police dog who had made a contribution with real dynamite and blowing it to death to create the so-called realistic effect.
The difference is not that big in general.
This big bird is an out-of-date star, like an official who just stepped down, you can't afford to hurt.
Second, the villain's little fat man looks like a little boy. The charm is all in the shyness of the eyes and the frailty of the body. Rotten girls, aren't they very lucky?
Third, the director depicts the prosperity of Brazil, one of the BRIC countries, with a generous and high-level perspective, but also expresses corresponding concerns about the orphans in the slums.
Fourth, I like the little yellow bird that uses bottle caps as hats and weapons.
Fifth, the little Brazilian monkey, who was forced to be a villain, was well organized, took advantage of it, bullied the soft and feared the hard, and it was fun. The Monkey King wears a watch on his stomach and wears gold and silver bracelets on his arms, showing his domineering style.
I just said other people, and now I hope that these words are not too much touted or too interpretation of this movie. If it's a little overdue because you're in a happy mood, you might as well take a discount.
After all, watching a movie is to enjoy, whether or not there is a cute girl sitting on your left. Enough is enough. Today happens to be that girl's birthday. Finally, say a happy birthday, always eighteen years old.
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