The rigid performances of the characters and the deliberately created unnatural nodes give the plot a sense of escape, which contrasts sharply with the gentle impression of the story. Super punctual retro tones of the 1980s, the use of light in the golden age of Hollywood, those bleak large color blocks, static images, silent characters, gloomy expressions, exaggerated performances, band performances, never-ending cigarettes and alcohol, The outdated set... The sense of inconsistency and banter brought by these kinds of details makes the film full of funny and attractive from beginning to end, and the director's stamp is more obvious. In the ten-minute segment of the master, many symbols and signs have appeared and implemented one by one.
The development of the story and the conflict of the plot never seem to be the focus of the director's attention. The director is shy about any climax that incites emotional conflict and tension, but is willing to spend 3 minutes focusing the camera on a complete song performance. The plot of a charity concert is enough for Hollywood to make a drama film with ups and downs of 120 minutes. All kinds of commercial elements are present, but they are all ignored and discarded by the director. He is more fascinated by telling stories in a symbolic way, but in essence these symbols and symbols do not express any meaning, all the referents are just the referents themselves, a performance full of performance art itself, Unhurriedly, with a certain calm and casual tone, the story is told, without danger until the end of the story. Sometimes I recall the details of the various fragments of the film, and I feel that time is mostly wasted in these inaction pictures, pauses, actions and dialogues. From the details, the low-level little people with wrinkled faces have become heroes of the black-and-white film era under his close-up of the elevation angle.
The only thing that has symbolic significance is perhaps the flowering tree at the end of the film, and the recovery of his wife's oracle. I began to guess whether this wanted to express the karma of good people with good retribution, or the divine intervention of God to set the stage for this redemptive mission with an unexpected evil disease. But no matter what the explanation is, it doesn't seem to have much to do with the film. The director's masterful personal style has overshadowed all other voices, making his purpose less important. This may be the biggest problem with the film. When we are immersed in the director's absurd personal charm, we have long forgotten what the original meaning of watching the film is.
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