Why aren't there any movies with bumper cars, it's so suitable for Xiao Wu! It is suitable for the kind of young people in the small town who are swaying, with a childlike innocence, but they are already in their twenties, and the society does not treat you as a child.
The bumper car scene was so good, the music and the shots were so good, from being a mess to being completely drawn to these two people very quickly. The two looked at each other like this, but they were about to play air pistols together under the expectation of the other, when Dad came over and slapped them both left and right, and each time they shoved Mushaet forward uncontrollably. When I stumbled, I felt very sad. It was a feeling of being insulted in front of people, and I felt the same way.
The movie history I watched recently, I care more about the fate of people than the development of the story, and even what happened to people, people’s psychological thoughts, people’s joys, sorrows and joys, The Bicycle Stealer, Four Hundred Blows, Exhausted, Eight and a Half, Mushait does, but "Zoom" is more about events than characters. Xiao Wu is also, and Jia Zhangke is basically the same. Nanfang Station, the children of the rivers and lakes. If it is a combination, it is "The Sunshine".
I feel so aggrieved and sad. I feel that like Mushayte, Li also feels so sad and helpless. The mother who was sick in bed waiting for the death to come, the father who was drunk regardless of the three coins she worked for and went out, the brother who only appeared once when the mother died, and the pitiful one who waited for milk and diapers My brother, she walked into the classroom in big clogs that didn't fit her feet. The female teacher who looked at her coldly was picked up by the teacher without a sound. The last note was always out of tune. The female classmates made fun of them and hid under the slope after school and threw clods at them. The girls dressed beautifully and played on the horizontal bar. When they turned over, their skirts revealed their small panties. They were so innocent and carefree, the life of a little girl.
In the woods, he met a young man who spoke a few words on an equal footing with him. He helped him come up with ideas, help him get rid of homicide, save his life when he was convulsed, and wipe his mouth without being dirty... In exchange He was annoyed and fantasized that she liked him, and he was really beastly.
When I got home, it was my mother who asked me why I came back. I warmed milk for my brother but there was no match. I put it in my arms and warmed it with body temperature. When I picked up my brother, my chest was exposed a little. The physical rape she had just experienced...the mother drank and died, and she had to fill the bottle with water at the original height...she had cried three times when she came home, each time her face was calm but full of tears , she wiped her tears numbly.
After her mother died, she went out to make milk and met the first person, a store woman, who gave her bread and coffee, and when she put the bread in her pants pocket, she saw the first button open and a scratch on her chest ...The female shopkeeper and female customer were silent, staring at her and saying something to a prostitute... She threw the bread in her pocket, picked up the milk bucket, and walked out of the store calmly, three women stared at her, what would the rumor be like I don't even know. The second person, she came to the old man's house and saw that he was not dead. The old man smelled her wine, took off the straw from her hair, and said that as soon as she entered the door, she could see that she was not sleeping in his house... He also said that tomorrow Come and ask, give her 10 francs... She says the young man is my lover, just ask him. The third one, the old lady invited her home and said that you didn't bury your mother's blanket. She said that according to the custom, you should wipe with herbs or something, but it can't be washed until now... Mushaet rubbed the carpet with her big clogs, and still had a mouthful of it. Swearing at the old woman... The old woman said that your eyes are full of evil... You were being squeezed all the time, and when Mushait rolled from the hillside for the third time, he threw himself into the water... She also waved to the person driving the tractor , but no one cares about her... This is good, if it were me, I would do the same, after all, when life is more painful than death, what's wrong with death.
It's so nice and fitting that "Paris" crosses Mushaette's downhill scene while smoking gas to commit suicide.
Mushaette's big clogs that don't fit, make a cumbersome and annoying sound, she has woolen pantyhose wrapped around her thick calves, even her calves are so bulky and dirty, her hair is always greasy, and she has two funny and stupid pigtails... This image is simply a large part of shaping the character. Especially the fur vest button-up top that you wear at the end, the developed chest is slightly obvious and undisguised... It really looks like my classmate, the classmate who was bullied. And she herself always lowered her head and looked up at people, weak, flustered, and uneasy, but like the old woman said, there is evil, and she has a forbearance of anger, but she is not angry. And he was mumbling and swearing at people...not being angry but not expressing his emotions, but being so stubborn and reckless with his gestures (throwing away the bread, rubbing the carpet with his shoes, taking the blanket and leaving), it's really annoying...
Too much focus on the characters, Bresson!
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