peace, a convention of
half a million rock and roll,
an American 1960s graffiti convention.
The rebellious children of bourgeois families came, and the beautiful cars were parked on both sides of the road;
so did the hippies riding the cool Harleys, and the Hamlet melancholy of "to be or not to be" became their spiritual confessions in front of the camera.
After three days they were gone, going home or looking for the next Woodstock, leaving behind a weary earth.
But the revolution is not roaring "Born to Wander" or "The Internationale" on ktv, nor is the revolution "it is not a dinner party, it is not writing an essay, it is not painting and embroidering" (Mao, quoted from Leone's "Revolutionary Past") - in the final analysis, it is not love and peace.
Many times, I will regard the 1960s and 1970s in the United States as the reconstruction period of the modern American spirit. It is turbulent and chaotic, but has a clear destination, just like Mr. America in "Born on the Fourth of July" regained its anti-war awakening. newborn.
Maybe Woodstock itself didn't expect too much, maybe it wasn't good at all, but the narrative of this documentary is as the man in the film said, "America has always satisfied people materially, and now it should also be spiritually satisfied. The world contributes", and now we know that its contribution is - love and peace.
And so it became a myth, a wonderful myth of half a million people rocking with self-discipline, temperance, more or less free-spirited but fundamentally well-behaved (even with the approval of the police chief).
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