——Luc Besson"
"Leon" . LucBesson’s work. I
still don’t understand why it was translated into such a weird Chinese title.
The English dialogue was filmed in New York, USA. A French director's work with a strong Hollywood color. The film style and storyline retain the French film. The unique expression method, although it is a commercial film, is quite artistic.
At the beginning of the film, we told us that he is a killer.
The man in sunglasses is agile and fierce, a famous killer.
He makes a living by this. The
killer It's not a murderer. For Leon, a killer only means a job, a job he has no choice. In him, people feel the charm of a killer. That is a power in the dark. He is in the dark. The place maintains the power of life and death. Like a god, it hangs above everyone's head in the dark, in the high place, in the invisible place, indicating the fragility and emptiness of life. The
soothing harmonica concerto brings a bit of sadness. . Under the mild sunshine of France, the way of life alternates sadly.
Work, take care of plants, drink milk, sit on the sofa to sleep, and put a gun next to him.
Leon simply completed the business neatly, returned home, and took it down. All the equipment, began to shower. At that moment, people saw his naked helplessness and exhaustion. Then, he carefully ironed clothes, sprayed fertilizer, drank milk, a brand of milk. One went to the empty theater to watch with relish. The musical is as novel and happy as a child, and from time to time I look back at the only audience other than him, wanting to share his happiness with others. This handsome and elegant man wore uncovered trousers and a long trench coat. Crossing the streets and alleys, singing happily, passers-by stopped and watched. Unconsciously, the loneliness and loneliness of middle-aged men permeated.
Mathilda appeared. A twelve-year-old problem girl with a green jacket and Little Red Riding Hood. She has a fairy-tale face that is so sweet and sweet, her eyes are clear but pointed directly at people's hearts, and she has a hostile but somewhat timid expression.
When Mathilda's whole family was killed and she held milk to his door and begged him to open the door, his life as a killer was about to end. This helpless girl broke into his life.
"I want to learn from you to be a killer." The
only warm time in his life was no longer just a person.
She would buy him two quarts of fresh milk, train with him, play brain-relaxing games with him, and say to him, "Leon, I Love You." The love of a 12-year-old girl is like sweet springs. So clean and mellow, without impurities; like sunshine, so warm and dazzling.
Leon's life has changed and he will laugh, sometimes even attentively and tenderly. A killer is destined to have no love, and to have love is to have weakness.
At night, he suddenly jumped up, put on the muffler, and pointed the muzzle at Mathilda's head in sleep. But Leon couldn't push her away. Otherwise, his hands will not tremble because of tenderness, he will not be late for business talks, and murder will not be hurt by worry. The only thing that can hint at his inner life is the lush agave. He took it as his own life to nurture, a friend who would never abandon at any moment. Therefore, the ending of the killer has been shrouded in the shadow of tragedy.
Everything is natural and perfect, narrated leisurely, they laugh, and they are getting closer and closer. The two cold hearts gleamed faintly as they approached each other, warming each other and redeeming each other. He became her belief, but she became his weakness.
In order to take revenge, he taught the girl how to use a gun, but he stretched out a strong hand to protect her, so that she could avoid the gun, until in the end, she was shot deadly because of her.
In the final bloody battle, he used his extreme survival wisdom to compete with each other. Protect Mathilda from escape. After the heavy destructive weapon was fired, everyone thought Leon, who was dead, disguised as a policeman and walked towards the exit. Outside was the little angel waiting for him. This gave the two people hope for a happy life. But this is not out of pity, but to make people more desperate. It's just that the one who is truly desperate doesn't know whether it is the person in the play or the idlers of us who are on the sidelines. One step away, heaven and man are forever separated, and the bright sunlight outside the door is as suffocating as the dazzling blood inside the door. He couldn't escape after all, and when he walked to the door just a few steps away with a bloody face, a pistol followed behind him. This is a thrilling subjective shot: the gradually sloping ground announced his death. he died. everything is over.
The film has been upgraded from an action movie with a strange and strange love story to an enlightenment film that explores the communication between lonely souls and the salvation of indifferent souls.
At the beginning, Leon protected the victim Mathilda, and later extended to two-way support and comfort; from his flat killer life, it transformed into a three-dimensional personal growth. The character grows completely finally, he said to Mathilda: "You will not lose it. I just tasted the joy of life." But he finally died.
Jean Renault’s performance was surprising. I like his face full of vicissitudes. Leon he portrayed is undoubtedly a classic character. As pure and warm as wood, like a stranger who has gone wrong in time and space. He instinctively maintained his own survival in this busy city, and he lived so solidly, which made us feel heartbroken and loving.
The ending of the story. The girl's unforgettable hatred took him away, and it seemed that he had already expected the return date. This was the fate of a killer. Maybe death is the perfect ending. He finally belongs to her forever. The girl planted his beloved plant in the ground and no longer lived in the pot. She said, Leon, it's safe here.
The lens is zoomed out. As the camera rises, the girls and plants become smaller and smaller. Once again, you can see through the top of the dense woods to see New York at the other end, where the vast coast is soft.
Life goes on.
There is only despair in the ocean under the sun, and then everything disappears.
Outside the film, there is Sting's singing: That's not the shape, the shape of my heart. And if I told yout hat I loved you, You'd may be think there's something wrong, I'mnot am anof too many faces, The mask I wea risone……
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