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Hope 2022-03-16 09:01:08

"It was an honor to be able to photograph Cuban writer Renardo. Arenas' life was an honor. Arenas was a great writer, he made suffering into beauty, and he had a great sense of humor." - Julian Schnabel.

The film has won awards at the Venice Film Festival, the European Film Festival and the Columbia Film Festival. Johnny Depp plays two minor roles in the film, one of which is a female Cuban military officer, and has multiple gay scenes with Arenas, played by Javier Bardem. The performance of the Spanish actor Javier Bardem was even better, and some critics believed that the Jury Prize won by the film at the Venice Film Festival was completely dipped in the light of Javier's outstanding performance.

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  • Alec 2022-03-24 09:03:37

    After I fell in love with an actor, I found that there are many stories about Cuba in his works, which I have never experienced before. That country is also a place with many stories, which makes ordinary people experience a lot. Excluding the eye-catching aspect of homosexuality, in the end, when the protagonist came to New York in the United States, but was still on the fringes of society as a stateless person, it made people feel unusually depressed and helpless.

  • Clifford 2022-03-22 09:02:51

    I don't think it's a good thing to shoot a biographical style too deliberately. Biopics don't have to be so deliberately documentary; there are too many narrations, and it's OK to talk about life completely~

Before Night Falls quotes

  • Reinaldo Arenas: [narrating] Leonardo da Vinci was homosexual, so was Michelangelo, Socrates, Shakespeare, and almost every other figure that has formed what we have come to understand as beauty.

  • Reinaldo Arenas: Walking along streets that collapse from crumbling sewers. Past buildings that you jump to avoid because they will fall on you. Past grim faces that size you up and sentence you. Past closed shops, closed markets, closed cinemas, closed parks, closed cafes. Sometimes showing dusty signs, justifications: "CLOSED FOR RENOVATION," "CLOSED FOR REPAIRS." What kind of repairs? When will these so-called renovations be finished? When at last will they begin? Closed... closed... closed... everything closed. I arrive, open the countless padlocks and run up the temporary stairs. There she is, waiting for me. I pull off the cover, and stare at her dusty, cold shape. I clean off the dust and caress her. With my hand, delicately, I wipe clean her back, her base and her sides. In front of her, I feel desperate and happy. I run my fingers over her keyboard and suddenly it all starts up. With a tinkling sound the music begins, little by little, then faster; now full speed. Walls, trees, streets, cathedrals, faces and beaches. Cells, mini- cells, huge cells. Starry nights, bare feet, pines, clouds. Hundreds, thousands, millions of parrots. A stool, a climbing plant, they all answer my call, all come to me. The walls recede, the roof vanishes, and you float quite naturally. You float uprooted, dragged off, lifted high. Transported, immortalized, saved. Thanks to that subtle, continuous rhythm, that music, that incessant tap-tap.