There is an old house with green grasses in the garden, flowers blooming, and trees lush. Youth stays here, flowers bloom in all seasons, and time stops. There are young girls flying in the wind and wrapped in blue dresses, young people who give life to puppets, red-haired girls, and charming loli. There is also a beautiful young woman smoking a cigar who is as charming as a cat and light as a bird.
Tim Burton turned this magical story into a mint, emitting the fresh smell of childhood and youth, emitting a wonderful color, and people can't help but want to taste it. It's a pity that the sugar finally melts in the mouth, and it's just a mint. The sugar is sweet, but the taste is too monotonous.
In all classic childhood stories, there is a second-degree boy who eventually defeated the evil wizard (the dragon) and saved the princess (the kingdom). In the end,
the story was not exempt. From the very beginning, the grandfather was killed, the male protagonist and the villain. The struggle will sow the seeds. In the end, he changed from a cowardly and brave child to a warrior who defeated the devil and saved the orphanage.
All the stories of duality, if the villain does not have a sufficiently three-dimensional image, it will be like a dragon that is finally eliminated in a fairy tale, just as a cutscene for the love of the prince. This image is built for being defeated, for the story, and therefore has no sense of reality. Without a sense of reality, you can't move people.
In Miss Pei’s story, the villain does bad things as always. Probably the only thing that makes people remember is that they ran to goug the child's eyeballs, and what is left is the exaggerated expression (smirk) of the typical villain and the old-fashioned mouths. In other places in the film, from the description of the school and parents, there are some satires on the adult world, but they are all extremely weak.
In contrast, the director's classic work, Edward Scissorhands. There is no villain who is wicked, what makes people feel chilling is the indifference, rumors and suspicion among ordinary neighbors. The so-called rejection of the heterogeneous by normal people. The opposition between Scissorhands and normal people is absurd, but real; real, so touching.
The routine is not unusable, but this time, the director did not use the old routine to play new tricks. The story, except for some beautiful and novel little details, is too thin.
Love is also an old routine for thousands of years. The director seems to have a soft spot for this kind of couples, the drama of time separation. In Edward, the heroine has gray hair, but the scissors hands are alone, standing in time forever. In Alice, Alice will grow up and grow old. The Mad Hatter will still be in that fantasy world, having his tea party for ten years. In this movie, the male and female protagonists also face a dilemma. The male protagonist should return to the normal world and grow old like a normal person, or should he stay with the female protagonist in the reincarnation that never grows old.
As a big reunion lover, I don’t know why, I’m at a loss for the final happy after ending of the hero and the heroine. I feel that this ending is not as real as a fragment in the story. The boy returned to his time with the rose sent by the girl, placed it on the bed, and when he woke up, the delicate rose had withered and dried and turned to dust.
When I finished watching, I always felt that there was another sentiment hidden in the movie. The male lead's grandfather and female lead. Their stories are looming in the narrative of the movie, especially in the face of the male protagonist's youthful invincibility, it seems even more irrelevant.
But think about their story carefully.
He had no choice but to leave her. He married a wife, had children, became a grandfather, and entered his twilight years. I heard that he seemed to betray his wife enough and that he didn’t care enough about his children. He repeated the past to his grandson over and over again, but he did not go back after all...
She picked up squirrels in that old house day after day. Seeing the same snow every day in the amusement park in Paris, her charming face remained unchanged. She answered his calls thousands of times in that house, but he did not come back after all.
She saw a boy in the ruins of an ancient house that day, and she couldn't help calling his name.
When she looked at the childish boy, would she still think of him decades ago?
Time flies, we have been blocked by time, but the person I loved is still in my memory and never grows old.
Obsessed with such love. Is it also the obsession of the director?
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