First of all, let me state that, as a superficial appearance control, I am here completely for Uncle Mi, or I will rush to that name - the laundryman by the river, I will never read it. Uncle's face is really young, a few decades old, a typical baby face, except for the occasional white hair exposed in the close-up.
I have to say something with a strong subjective color: Who dares to say that Uncle Mi is pretending, this is the style of others, there are several male actors in their 40s who can pretend to be college students (sorry, the whole time has passed, those are three idiots Some people say that Uncle Mi acted like Andy Lau before. This is a big joke. Andy's acting has not been bad in recent years, but he always feels that he is too forceful. Uncle Mi.
Returning to the topic, this film is the work of the director and screenwriter of Uncle Mi's current wife. She may not want Uncle Mi to act in this obviously relatively niche film, but after Uncle Mi's rare audition, what appeared in front of us In this play - although Uncle Mi is the second male lead, he is the uncompromising male lead in our hearts, all the story points can be attributed to him in the end, from the tape girl's tape at the beginning - he It is the only audience, and at the end of the film is the address of the male number one to the female number one - his new home address, I don't want to introduce too much about the plot, you will know the beginning and the end when you see it, when I see the final director Looking at the day and night of Mumbai, my heart is touched vaguely. The love of the laundry worker never ends. Because of the insurmountable worldview and values, the bullshit class theory hits us so realistically that we forget the past. Everything is as seamless as the sea water brushing across the beach, and the tape girl may be dead, but she is alive, living in the heart of the painter, do you still remember the painting? The girl's face is half bright yellow and half shrouded in shadow, and the half black is covered with splashed red, like blood. She may still be alive, but her heart is dead.
During the day, the city is crowded, busy, and constantly crowded, looking up - the sky is blue, at night, the city is silent on one side, and the other side is gradually submerged in the darkening night, this is Mumbai, and I like the name of Mumbai Diary.
I would like to dedicate this film review to the countless people who have lost themselves in the city, including myself. . .
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