a long time. It really takes courage to admit this.
If you wait too long, you can't help but count all the anxiety, expectation, and patience in the waiting as the one who is waiting. There are always some unexpected surprises. All the worries from these days can only be repaid. .
The movie is of course good, after all, it has been carefully polished for five years and painstakingly worked. But really, it can't be regarded as amazing. I don't know if he lacks stamina or his former mentality is no longer there. Such a delicate play is often like watching fire from the other side and cannot be easily brought in. This is not the feeling I want.
It's like you travel a long way to see a person, but when you really stand in front of him, you realize that all the subtle atmosphere is gone. I didn't say what I wanted to say, and I didn't shed any tears I wanted to shed. The whole memory was pale and boring, like a tasteless rib. It's obviously the story you want, but when you hold it in your hand, it doesn't feel warm and sticky. Maybe the director wants to express too much, and he is half-hearted and refuses to give up anything, so he can't say anything. The movie is full of fragmented plots, but the ambiguous emotions are in the same line. Perhaps, this is just an explanation given to us by Wong Kar Wai, for his five years, for Zhou Muyun's five years, and also for us, the five years that have gone by in a hurry.
There are too many monologues, too many to be wordy, like a detailed confession. However, this man said so much, and I don't think he loved anyone.
For Su Lizhen in Singapore, she is grateful to her, for Bai Ling, it is a naked and direct desire, and for Wang Jingwen, it is only a temporary emotional sustenance.
Even for the Su Lizhen from Hong Kong, I am afraid that there are still many longings because of not being able to get it. When we love someone, we often have great courage to do things that we would never even think about. However, to him, she is nothing but a secret in Angkor Wat, under the soil. He didn't even have the courage to express himself, he didn't have the courage to fight for it, he didn't have the courage to ask if you would like to come with me.
Cancer people always protect themselves too well. Although they also long for love, they lack the motivation to take risks desperately. For them, nothing is more important than a sense of security. Falling in love with someone and letting her control your emotions is often disconcerting. He would rather carefully seal his true feelings, turn his head and calmly play on the scene, rather than talk about love easily.
Naturally, he had paid for them, helping the little dancer to fly away; helping the landlady's daughter Hongyan to show affection; he was even willing to open his mouth to take the mysterious woman in black away. In fact, he likes to maintain a close relationship with them at an appropriate distance. He can have a skin-to-skin kiss, but he is reluctant to lend any sincerity; he can use words to show affection, but he dare not express it in reality. He was so restrained that he was cruel, and he never and never dared to love.
When you are afraid of all kinds of harm that may exist in reality, memories are naturally the safest and most comfortable place. The lover in the memory never grows old, the love in the memory can last forever, and the possession in the memory will never be lost. Everything just exists in nothingness. Time stops, and in memory, nothing expires.
However, even if he boarded the train bound for the past and returned to the era he longed for, perhaps he still had to hesitate, or remained silent in the face of her grief. He still chooses to leave alone. The weakness and hesitation that had melted into the blood never changed, from the beginning to the present.
I heard that a reporter asked Faye Wong if there was such a train, she would like to go back to that time, she thought about it and said, let's stay now.
This answer is really good. In fact, each of us can only make the best choice for ourselves at this moment. Even if you start all over again, those who give up may still give up, and those who strive for will still have to be won, and the outcome is the same. If that's the case, what about doing it all over again?
One of my favorite scenes is Christmas Eve. He took Jingwen to make a phone call and stood outside the window watching her happily dancing with the phone. His eyes were so warm at that moment. I like to see the warmth occasionally revealed by ruthless people, like the shimmering light in the dark night, which makes people feel that there is still some hope. He was kind to her because of the pure and persistent love in her hands, which was rare. Although he is destined to not own it, it is always good to keep it from being destroyed and to continue to warm the hands of others.
In this film, Zhang Ziyi shines with unprecedented brilliance, because what she plays is actually herself. And Bai Ling is my favorite character in the whole movie, who dares to love and hate, and is full of vitality. It's not that she doesn't appreciate Faye Wong, who looks like an elf, but her feelings are too erratic and too subtle, almost all black undercurrents under her calm expression, making people unpredictable. Compared with her, Bai Ling's love is indisputable, although impulsive; it is a clear conscience, although blind. She represents a secular, unrestrained, bold pursuit of results in love. And this kind of pursuit, because of its fierceness and willfulness, broke the peace of that man's long-closed world. He was just here for pleasure, and he didn't intend to take it seriously from the beginning. So he insisted on paying the bills, deliberately brought all kinds of women home, was indifferent in front of her tears, shook off her hand, and walked away without looking back. So stingy, even lies, are indebted.
After he left, she hid in the shadows, trembling all over, choked forbearance. This is also a person who cannot get rid of the past. Every man who has loved will leave an indelible mark on his life. So she will go to Singapore, so, she will come back.
Maybe, I don't love this movie because I can't identify with this man, hate his ambiguousness and weakness, hate his stingy giving, hate the love that he sealed alone. I'm sorry, I really don't think he is lost in memory and unable to extricate himself, but in the name of love, to escape loneliness; he is just afraid of losing, so he refuses to pay. Whether it's the 60s or 2046, this can't count as love.
I don't love this movie, maybe because I see other people's shadows in him, so ambiguous eyes, so perfect cruel. It felt a little terrifyingly familiar.
I don't love this movie because I despise those who can't escape the past. I despise their weakness, lowliness, and can't let go. Yes, I also despise myself from time to time.
Always remember the theme music, the sound is pressing, sad and desperate, like looking up in the dark, waiting for the fate to come. Everyone's memories and future cannot be traced back, cannot be reserved, and cannot be tampered with.
I thought that watching this movie, I would be hit hard and burst into tears, but when I walked out of the movie theater, my expression was as usual, and I never even sighed.
Maybe 1000 hours later, you will see my sadness.
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