Assassin, reclusive.
Day after day, drinking the same two glasses of espresso, listening to the same conversations from strangers, exchanging matchboxes and drip messages, and continuing on the road. The days were like the short form of Tai Chi he practiced every day. Just recite Amitabha Buddha, and you will be at ease.
Finally one day, the wind picked up and the sword was unsheathed.
Life, in fact, is like that. From one place to another, it seems simple and repetitive, but animals instinctively receive and filter relevant information, sometimes stinging, sometimes jumping, sometimes turning, and looking back, everything has its own meaning.
It's like a train that you occasionally board. I don't know what the scenery is along the way. You can only continue until the clouds are deep and the water is poor. When you get close to the core, everything will be instantly clear and clear.
Jarmusch's film is also a tribute to Wong Kar-wai. Du Kefeng, who has experienced the vicissitudes of life, uses the lens in a forbearing and smooth manner. Boris music. That little flamengo that robs people of their souls.
"If you want to know the true meaning of life, then go to the cemetery. We are a small bag of dust on the last day."
Waiting for tonight's documentary "Behind Jarmusch" to document the behind-the-scenes of the filming, Léa Rinaldi filmed three times with Sevilla. sky.
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