Labyrinth

This is a charming movie. Although you will be depressed to the point of ecstasy when you watch it, but after reading it, you will feel slightly drunk, as if you sipped rice wine for the first time, and it tastes weird when you drink it, and you are already drunk before you know it. What a wonderful feeling it is, not seen in a long time. Although I watched the movie last Sunday, in this busy week, I will suddenly think of the protagonists A and X's murmur of French in the film, which is transcendental and holy, like falling into a different dimension.

I wish this movie was seen in a movie theater, not one of those high-tech theaters with Dolby Surround, Hi-Fi, and digital projectors dedicated to Star Wars (two-channel black-and-white movies don't need these at all), but It is the kind of old auditorium with huge marble columns, the once white plaster relief has been covered with dust, and it is best to have yellow frescoes to describe those passionate years, the leaders who once sat on the stage, But now only the red seats covered with oil in the audience know this, just like the movie theater described by Eileen Chang, it is a church for ordinary people. And I was sitting at home and watching this love on the LCD screen. (Is it a romance movie? Or a thriller?)

Saying you like Aaron Ray takes courage. On the one hand, you will be ridiculed by Haruki Murakami, because you are a pious and pedantic movie fan; on the other hand, you will be regarded as a model of pretending by others. I take watching a movie as a sermon. Instead of finding a pastor like Chen Kaige to tell you about the bloody case caused by a steamed bun, it is better to find someone like Lei Nai to tell you some unintelligible scriptures, and then you will feel the greatness and glory of art .

When I was in elementary school, I had a notebook with a black and white star photo on the cover. It was an actress with long eyelashes, half-drooping eyes, and a mirror that reflected the other half of her face, as graceful as a Rodin marble statue. I used this book to keep a weekly diary, and it looked subversive and cool in the middle of my classmates' colorful books full of Saint Seiya and Sailor Moon. I didn't know the actress and thought it was Greta Garbo in wishful thinking. After watching the movie, I realized her name was Delphine Seyrig. There is also a movie she starred in, "Stolen Kiss". She died in 1990 at the age of 57. Her face has sketched lines, and the beauty of that classical temperament is unacceptable in today's fashion. The popular beauties now have a chubby face and a Lolita tendency.

Talking about a love, it is still unforgettable, but in the end there is no result. Do you think it's not worth it? Is love for the prince and princess to live a happy life from now on, or is it for enduring long waits, deep lovesickness, and betrayal tearing? Fairy tales only belong to fairy tales, but love is not just love. The purpose of love is not to live a happy life that looks and feels apart, but to enjoy the pleasure of love itself, the kind of ice and fire. Is the theme of love important, or the form? The same goes for movies.

I don't want to say much about the movie itself, just tell you that this is a labyrinth. In the face of the maze, there are only two choices: either give up early, and don’t sink deeper; or get lost in it and don’t try to escape, because there is no exit in this maze, maybe you will like the feeling of being lost. Therefore, people who like to peel the cocoon and ask the truth should not watch this movie.

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