The first time I watched this movie was the year I did nothing after graduating from college. At that time, it was the Spring Festival, and in the middle of winter in Changbai Mountain, I stayed at home every day, and watched all the movies of Aamir Khan in one breath. This one is my favorite. At that time, I had an indescribable yearning for this South Asian continent. I really wanted to live there for a while, preferably if I could work for a while. The non-stop rain in the film conveyed the humid and sultry climate through the screen, and brought it to me, who felt cold inside and out at the time. But it didn't warm me. Later, I read it over and over again and again, and I would look it up every once in a while. Revisiting it again today, I am in a foreign land. At the end of March, it is already hot and dry summer. Looking at it again, I still think it is beautiful, and I still like it very much. Mumbai, an important cotton textile industry in western India, is close to the Indian Ocean and has a subtropical monsoon climate, according to the geography book. Mumbai is also the seat of Bollywood and is considered a cultural center. My best friend at school, AA, is from there. I often hear her talk about it with deep thoughts. She has not been back for almost two years. There are four people in the movie, and only these four people. The close-up shot this all of them beautifully and innocently. The two men and two women belong to different classes and live four very different lives. Whether it is a photo, a videotape or an empty mirror, the film is absolutely beautiful. Delicate and delicate, it tells a story of people who live in this city. I think the title translates to Bombay Diary extraordinarily well. The lives of the four people are intertwined, just like the posters of the film. The various difficulties and worries faced by most people in developing countries, as well as the faint melancholy lingering in their hearts throughout their lives, as well as the inexplicable inferiority and silence, are all that people in developed countries do not have and are difficult to understand. I saw it all in this movie. The heroine, Shai, looks like a mixed race, at least judging from her English pronunciation, she should be born and raised in the United States. Her father's business and her mother's hobbies show that she is completely white and rich, but our heroine is a kind and beautiful girl, very kind. The maid at home gave the laundryman a cheap cup of tea, and she would take the initiative to drink it herself; friends made fun of the laundryman's status, but she didn't argue, but just smiled awkwardly; friends traded with the laundryman's brother on the black market, she Worried that the laundryman would be uncomfortable seeing an acquaintance, he turned away quickly. very many. There was almost no concept of class in her head. It's funny, the lower-class people, the more they take this difference seriously. They strictly monitor the upward mobility of low-status people, such as the servants of the Shai family, such as Nursing Mun. A middle-aged woman, they always remind those around them of the existence of this difference. Shai's good education and self-cultivation, coupled with her prosperous life, developed her naive concept of equality, which contributed to the whole story. She loves taking pictures, which is a very interesting setting. The two female protagonists are recording the city with the camera. It seems real, but it is actually the most real fantasy. The framing is the most subjective and objective existence. Identity, status, contacts and aesthetic education all make the art of shooting only a reflection of the real world. The simplest, what Muna thinks is a good photo, should be taken in a studio, because he has never seen a good-looking portrait photography, let alone understand various photography genres and styles. And our Arum, he is a painter, he belongs to the artist who was born and raised in Mumbai, he is not poor, but he is not particularly rich. His spiritual world is very stubborn, and it is difficult for ordinary people to enter. The marriage change made him almost completely locked his heart. What is even more interesting is that after the divorce, the wife took her son to Australia and left India completely. And he, despite missing his son, stubbornly stayed in Mumbai. As he said after the opening ceremony of the exhibition: To Mumbai, beloved. All of his inspirations are deeply rooted in this crowded and cluttered city. He paints, seemingly the most abstract art. Judging from his style of painting, it should belong to expressionism. But it does have the most real expression. His paintings depict the reality under the surface of this noisy city with dripping rain. Also scattered and rich in layers. How the four are closely linked, an art exhibition brought two middle-class men and women together for a one-night stand, and then the girl wore the man's clothes and was recognized by the laundry worker. The girl wanted to record Mumbai with photos, so she asked a laundryman to help her as a guide. In the newly rented house, the painter found three volumes of video diaries that would never be sent. At the end of the story, the painter discovers the final fate of the owner of the videotape, the girl he just slowly fell in love with died in the house. He moved again in a hurry. At this time, he didn't expect the girl who had a one-night stand with him. Once again, the laundryman gave Shai the address of the painter, and this time, she should not go to him again. In just a few days, a lot has happened around me. The once innocent and beautiful laundryman had to shoulder the responsibility of supporting his family, and could no longer be simple and worry-free. The classless love he imagined could only end in vain. The painter Arum finally opened his heart slightly, but once again received a heavy blow from a muffled sound. Kiran was cruel to the character when he wrote the script. The car chase at the end is Muna's last relief, handing over the address to her beloved, and she has completely let go of her since then. And this little burden of love was silently transferred to Shai's heart. As kind and intelligent as her, how could she not guess Muna's thoughts, and of course she understands his inferiority and grievances. So I don't think she's going to go to Arum again. After all, she actually always understood that the man didn't have her in his heart, maybe he never had. And this boy, who she unknowingly failed, will weigh on her heart for a while, making it impossible for her to forget it so easily. I like the soundtrack of this film very much. I can hardly hear the traditional Indian music style. The faint guitar, plucking the strings rustlingly, fits the atmosphere of the whole film very well. atmosphere. The soundtrack of all the empty shots is so sentimental, the pictures are rainy, and the soundtrack is melancholy. But in fact, if you think about it carefully, it is still the music style of North India, which is cyclical and unhurried, typical of the soundtrack of modern Indian movies. Both actresses are too beautiful, Shai looked at Muna at the end, the scene where he made him call himself, with a slight bow, gentle eyes, soft facial contours, so beautiful Endearing. Every sari that Yasimi wears is good-looking, with a thin and small figure, bright but unhappy eyes, and although she only lives in three short videotapes, she is as beautiful as a fairy. And Arum in front of the TV looked at her deeply with his eyes that were very sensitive to beauty. They looked at each other for almost the entire movie, and I felt the chemistry. Two lonely people, one talking to the camera, the other aphasia. Across the screen, across time and space, across yin and yang, the most beautiful love in the film was born. I can't touch you, you don't even know I exist, I'm in love with you, I know I love you, but I'm in love with what it feels like to love you more than I love you. I love you because I see myself in your eyes, and I think I understand you. I long for you, but I don't want to possess you. My love for you is pure and true, not even mixed with the most basic human sexual desire. Kiran is indeed very powerful. Such abstract love, if not well controlled, immediately appears very hypocritical. I have to say that Aamir Khan is a very good actor, and he has a good sense of proportion. Those emotional expressions were completely unplayed by no one, but they showed the ups and downs of the mood just right. The reason why Shai lost to Yasmin is not because of his looks, not because of his status, but in essence, Shai lacks the life experience to talk to the lonely old soul of Arum. This girl, who has been smooth sailing all her life, has grown up almost perfectly, but she lacks a long-suppressed sad heart, and this is what Arum is attracted to. Arum is broken, and what he longs in his heart is the same lonely and broken person to be with him and make him pity. Shai lost, she was too complete. Why Muna fell in love with her, Muna is a typical idealist, handsome in appearance, eager to be a movie star, he yearns for the beauty that does not belong to his original class. And Shai's upbringing and aesthetics just satisfy his love and fantasies. Love is fantasy, and the person we love is just a body that just happens to carry our romantic fantasies. We feel that a love is beautiful or ugly, and it has nothing to do with the act of love itself. There is no beauty or ugliness in the matter of love. All beauty comes from those selfless things done because of love. Similarly, the so-called so-called Ugly, but also because people can't restrain themselves from doing harm to others in the name of love. Love is such a momentary impulse, but what happens after that constitutes the whole love story. Muna because of his love for Shai, Take her to see the scenery of Mumbai, in the crowded night market, with arms propped up to protect her; finally, running through the traffic, delivering Arum's new address to her. And Arum because he fell in love with Yasmin, I painted that seemingly gorgeous, but in fact, very lonely independent painting. There are all kinds of elements that make up this film's incomparable beauty. There is a scene in the middle that I particularly like: the streets of the night market in Mumbai, crowded, huge city, huge population, Arum, Shai and Muna meet in the director's camera, but they do not perceive each other's existence. Arum was immersed in Yasmin's story and his own thoughts. Shai's eyes looked at the busy crowd, completely unaware that Muna's arm was propped up for him, blocking the crowd of people constantly crowding around him. And Muna, too busy feeling her love, can't see Shai's eyes. Three people, seemingly so close, but their hearts are very far away. I don't think the three of them could understand each other for the rest of their lives. This is the most intractable proposition that our species has ever known, that human relationships are doomed to alienation. It is worth pondering that, in such a lively scene, the soundtrack is indeed the loneliest single guitar melody. Under the camera, the noise of Mumbai at night has been muted, and only the unhurried guitar babbles, telling the loneliness bluntly. I have always said that this movie is beautiful, but it does not mean that it is beautiful and brilliant, not sad and desolate at all. In fact, if you watch this film carefully, it will be like being drenched by the rain in the film, and your heart will be cold and damp, and you will not be able to relax all day long. This is a literary film about love. Likewise, there is no such thing as love in the whole film. Shai thinks she loves Arum, but she doesn't understand him. In addition to the one-night stand between them under the influence of alcohol, the uncontrollable sexual desire, and the girl mistaken the dependence and inertia in her heart for love for a short period of time after that. She likes him, but this like is not enough to be called love. As for Muna and Shai, although they chatted together, took pictures, watched movies, and drank tea together, Muna didn't know her well. I think if Shai wanted to tell him about his work, Muna might not understand her. As for Shai, she only knew that the other party's job was the lowest-end coolie service industry. As for how hard his life was, she couldn't imagine it. A girl sitting under the pergola of her garden drinking tea and watching the rain on a rainy day can't imagine the mood of a rat-killing boy living in a shantytown with a leaky roof. There may be some attraction between them, and perhaps some heartbeat, but this can hardly be called love. What about Arum and Yasmin, the other party is a person who is already dead and completely unaware of his existence. And he thinks that his love is more of a kind of pity, a kind of distress, a kind of sympathy, a kind of companionship, a kind of unreachable but preferring The thought of touching, a silent call from the heart across time and space. The more you can't see it, the more you don't understand it, the more mysterious it is, and the more beautiful it feels, so Arum put on the ring and necklace left by Yasmin, went to the beach she had been to, and wrote the names of the two on the beach. It is not so much that he is in love, it is better to say that he is in love with the feeling of following her. The ethereal, seemingly absent traces of affection, a romantic feeling brought about by a destined connection. Arum fell in love with Yasmin across the screen; Muna fell in love with Shai across the class; Shai fell in love with Arum across age, experience, and the sad mystery. They all thought that they loved the other person, but in fact they just fell in love with the hazy splendid, real and illusory feeling brought by watching the fire from the other side. Unspeakable feelings, unseen thoughts. This taste is like the dense rain and fog in front of the camera in the film, and there is a beauty that is not white in the mist. As an audience, I watched this film from a distant country over and over again. It was not because of distance and strangeness that I was fascinated by the blurred scenes created by the director and the soundtrack again and again. It is a love that seems to be absent, a feast of beauty, and a feast of illusions.
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