It was from the [end of the game] that I noticed some Woody Allen flavors. So I chased after watching a few films with rough pps, [Meet a Stranger], [Exclusive News], [Sweet and Humble], [Midnight in Barcelona], [Everyone Says I Love You] And [Once Upon a Time in Stardust], plus [Purple Rose of Cairo] and [Bullets Over Broadway], I only watched less than one sixth of Woody Allen's movies. But he has become the director I have seen the most works.
I read them in no order, but I think one is better than the other. Looking back and thinking about it, it seems to be about the same. How happy, thinking that there are still more than 30 movies that I haven't watched, I guess they are all good-looking. I don't know how difficult it is for a director to be so prolific, but it's really useful as a viewer.
While watching Sweet and Sad, I stopped twice and dozed off once. In fact, I can only blame me for watching movies with the scraps of staying up late or taking a nap. Dozing off means I’m tired, which may also have something to do with the rambling dialogue in the movie. Sweet and Sad is a movie that I didn't understand at all but was inexplicably fascinated by it. I really enjoyed the guitar part. Other speechless.
It was a tired evening when I watched Xingchen's past, and I fell asleep too. It's a little bit hard to swallow when watching Annie Hall, but it's okay to endure it. Then, I like it.
I don't know if this is magic realism, or just a play within a play? Anyway, I haven't seen the world too much, and I was really impressed by this expression. Express sadness with happiness. A life story told in unbridled dreamlike narration. So passionate about life and so despised. . This noisy and uproar movie expresses the most essential predicament of life.
He is kind, loving, patient, and even the world loves him, but he is confused, impetuous, contradictory, hesitant, and doesn't know what he wants.
We fear the uncontrollability of life because, like love, it depends on luck. We die in our own movies. The end of everything is just a dump.
I used to think that the meaning of life was to express, and to resonate with it. So life is mutually supportive. So love makes the expression and resonance of ordinary people loyal and immortal, and becomes our belief.
The film's protagonist is a successful director, Woody Allen himself, and it's definitely not just some wildly narcissistic selection. The male protagonist is a person who expresses his heart with comedy, farce and tragedy, and gets a grand resonance. He babbled to the world, all the words poured out from the bottom of his heart without modification, and the whole world understood. Then the whole world comes back to talk, anti-cancer clubs, focus on poverty, diabetes blah blah blah. Because of his good communication with the world, the beauty of mankind can be added to him. . .
But he didn't understand the meaning of it all. He decided to elope and leave. . His relationship with that gay woman wouldn't be love, so obviously, the male protagonist who was stuck between choosing Dolly or Isabella had escaped his entire original life at this point. . This elopement is a powerless escape. Most of us are like this, we don't know what we want, we just know what we don't want. . Expression is meaningless, and the original life is meaningless. This is a question that an alien with an IQ of 7,500 cannot answer.
I suddenly understood that the reason I like Woody Allen these days is because of his sadness. I don't know about Jewish culture, New York culture or anything. What I have experienced of his literary popularity is probably this kind of sadness.
At the end of the film he said that the junkyard movie still has to go to the junkyard, and you like me on the way to the junkyard, that's all.
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