The first screening day of the main competition unit of the 11th #Faro IslandFilm Festival# will bring you "New Bridge Lovers", and the following will bring you the radiant evaluation of the front-line crazy lovers!
cost wood:
The truth of love is selfishness, possession and hurt.
Shawshank Prisoner:
The purer, the more crazy, the more selfish, the more gorgeous!
River:
The almost crazy love that belongs only to Europeans, shining with charming and romantic brilliance.
Fruit trees:
As if seeing what love should be like: humble yourself, make the other person happy, and love is an encounter.
Queen of the Faroe Islands:
The love that hugs together to keep warm ends with a wild life. Fate is a thing that is destined to remain unchanged for eternity.
fire_storm:
Oh my god, the fireworks show is so beautiful. The two people between heaven and earth put down all their grudges at this moment, just for this moment to be as brilliant as fireworks.
Sparrow:
Most of their lives are pale, dirty, chaotic, and wandering, but they are redeemed in this crazy, extreme, self-destructive love. "Someone loves you" is enough.
Not a rabbit slot:
Karax is awesome. The Parisian image of the proletariat, the limbs are broken, and love is chasing and tending to madness. The fireworks splashed wildly on the new bridge like the fire of love, and the movement of the characters and the camera was as free as possible. Squeeze without leaving room for breathing, Lou Ye will definitely like it.
Xiaofeng and your waning moon:
I liked the first half very much, from wandering together to relying on each other to develop love, but in the end, it was too simple for two people to go from interdependence to mutual selfishness to reconciliation and reunion, and at the end I even thought it was a tragic ending, a little disappointed , maybe I still don't like the male protagonist.
Cornices:
Michelle has a very powerful energy, and her incompleteness and integrity reveal a determination that cannot be stereotyped, just like their love. And the tenderness that exists in Alex's hardness testifies to the clear existence of this love. The streets of Paris are forgotten by the moving camera, the eternal splendor is in the fireworks on the Pont Neuf, the power of focusing on the characters bursts out. Crazy and extreme are the essence of love, and any form of desolation cannot cover it up.
Red:
The whole film is full of energy, and the characters are alive; not only the exaggerated body movements, but also the director's good musical taste and constantly fast-moving shots. The excitement of the first hour is almost unrepeatable, whether it's entering the dirty shelter, running on the bridge with fireworks, or the scheduling or the control of the sound intensity. From the moment the hero pressed his forehead to the ground and rubbed it, I was in the movie. A film in which all elements appearing in the film are controlled, and the image has vitality.
swipe:
The love of two crazy batches is really beautiful. Love is not just selfishness and possession, meeting in despair and disaster, I occupy your heart, you occupy my freedom, willing to each other, and then sink. Does the narrative still matter? Does logic still matter? Really only French people can photograph this feeling. In the fragmented, incompatible, neurotic, wandering, confused, morbid extreme love, what is more important than the happiness of the moment? Don't fall asleep, okay? I'll be alone when you fall asleep.
I know a little about her:
——"There is a person who loves you, if you love that person too, you will say to him tomorrow 'the sky is white', if it is me, I will answer 'but the clouds are black', then we know it is who fell in love."
- "You know what? I'm ready to live in the dark, because even now the world is just a blur of flames dancing before my eyes. Will you be by my side? My guide stick, My guide brick, my guide dog."
Bob_Chow:
Another space built with Paris as the background, but its stability and unity are questionable. The sense of conflict between the lower class people and the daughter of a wealthy family, a fleeting glimpse of the night scene in Paris, violent love, loneliness, attachment and other themes and images are mixed with a strong sense of separation. There are indeed a few bright spots, shooting with fireworks, jumping into the river, burning posters, and stealing money, but the emotional tone of the rest is too different, straight up and down, and the push is relatively stiff. Many images can be processed and polished, there are too many now, but it is too confusing, sleep aids (in a gum jar), guns, posters, painters (perspective), the new bridge itself, but can not be reconciled into two hours of time and space Fragment.
Pincent:
Landmarks, subways, squares, streets... The precise observation of the city must focus on the low-end people who are the most real people in these places. Red wine is drunk in cheap plastic bottles on the streets, laughing and dancing on the streets. , shoot, have sex. National celebrations should belong to the people, and high art should belong to the general public. The montages photographed the flames blown by the pain of the bottom to form the glory of the blue, white and red country, and then turned into fireworks that fell to the ground and poured back on the low-end population. Music, sets, performances, and camera movements are almost all in a state of madness, as if the passion of French cinema at the end of the century is blooming in this collection. The director's understanding of love is reflected in the action: the speed of running and following. An extremely strong possessiveness is born from the company, and the romance between the two is crazy and distorted, as if eager to leave evidence of love. At the end of the movie, the male protagonist will always return to the class dilemma to tell us that some emotions will not be stimulated when the years are quiet, but only in special circumstances.
Midnight no one:
In the streets of Paris at midnight, anyone can meet, and all stories can happen. My eyes are about to lose their light, but I don't know why I'm here, and where my future is; you're wandering around every night, wrapping up a homeless home like the whole city is your room. When we danced wildly under the fireworks, all the homeless people lying on the side of the road, the tired hourly workers in the tram, and the marginal people trapped in the cracks and covered in dust, all became part of this gorgeous meeting. member. In addition to the crazy and unscrupulous personal emotional catharsis, what is projected with more energy is the concern for all corners of the world. All people, all living, are for that sense of belonging that comes at the end. I'm more afraid of being homeless than being homeless my heart will spend my whole life adrift at sea, climbing on every island without seeing a shelter. Thank you for letting me meet you, for letting the cold soul of my artist live in your warm body, and you raise a raging fire to burn away my fears, and then accompany me to the bottom of the water in the swirling snow. Never disillusioned, my love.
#FIFF11#DAY1's main competition magazine rating will be released later, please wait and see.
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