To be honest, I have been looking for this film for a long time. The first time I watched it was around the 3rd grade, I watched it several times with relish while lying in front of the computer. Diesel has always been impressed with silver shining, deep eyes, and shoulder-length silver curly hair. So it wasn't until a long time in the past that the bald head overlapped the image of the silver-haired hero when I was a child.
In the beginning, there was no TV in my home, only a business notebook, which contained thousands of movies, and most of them were magic, science fiction, and mythology that attracted me at that time. Therefore, the most impressive thing in my childhood was not Hokage, Conan, or Pleasant Goat. Instead, the Olympus gods, wearing breastplates and holding spears, are starry pirates flying across the stars, and Yemengade who swallows the sky and covers the sun.
Myths are mankind’s romantic conjectures about life and the world, and through the medium of film, I can glimpse this gorgeous, delicate and magnificent imagination. Evil fire dragons always kidnap beautiful women, and the private lives of gods are always messier than mortals. Under the huge silent stone statue, the people who bow down sincerely turn their backs to the scorching sun but are wrapped in heavy clothing, mysterious, heavy, and not offensive.
The starry sky is the unfolding of people's position on the distant future and themselves. Compared with myths, it is closer to human nature and closer to fireworks. This is also part of my fascination. The great deeds of the interstellar are circulating in the interstellar bar, in the wine glasses of those weird species. The general of the expeditionary army held his hands in the cabin, silently, looking at the stars in the sky through the glass. To me, the starry sky is a bigger earth.
And I, in this larger earth, saw a richer self.
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