Where does the joy come from
?
——"Song of the Midnight"
is an afternoon show on Tuesday, the footsteps of winter are approaching, Tianguang will always have his eyes half-closed, not intending to open them. Raindrops fell, with the coldness of snow. Such a scene should be deserted, just like the weather outside. But otherwise, people came in twos and threes, and after a while, the seats were half full. This is the attendance of "Lust, Caution", an ordinary art theater in North America, more than a month after its release.
I went to a weekend show a few days ago, it was almost full, the theater was old, and the head in the front seat always blocked a corner of the view. When the show was over, my heart was blocked, and I came out with a group of expected but inexplicable tangled sadness, and immediately decided to watch it again.
Eileen Chang once said that there is no feeling or form that she cannot describe. This is really not her boasting. She despised a piece of "Lust, Caution" that she had treasured for half her life. She cherished ink like gold to the point of every word.
I don’t have Zhang Ailing’s skills, and I’m not willing to find a way to guide my entanglement and depression, so I can’t help but go online and do a frantic search. The book was once regarded as "the most beautiful text" by many people, and its complacent and frivolous excuses still often obstructed the long-lasting heart needed to read. After Zhang Ailing's "Republic of China Women" section, the rest are all hastily turned over. Words can't touch my body. The only certain gain is probably: it makes me understand that shameless and scoundrel also has the wonderful performance of "faithfulness, expressiveness, and elegance". The so-called literati can't do anything. .), read on patiently, and unconsciously, the twilight is all around, and the desolation is suddenly born, and a nameless sadness lingers in my heart. Farewell to Hu Lancheng in Wenzhou, Zhang Ailing wrote: "One person holds an umbrella on the side of the boat in the rain, facing the surging yellow waves, standing and weeping for a long time.
" Under the eternal silence, why is the unwilling Mars still disappearing?
Wang Jiazhi and Mr. Yi's encounter of lust and caution, on paper is Zhang Ailing's, on the big screen is Ang Lee's, and in the dark is each audience's own. After all, Ang Lee is well versed in the impermanence of the world, the unpredictability of the human heart, and the kindness. He faithfully retains the framework built by Zhang Ailing's words. The blank space should also follow the hidden direction of the words, but he uses every detail extremely carefully. The sophistication to enrich the story, slowly pouring "Li's" bone and blood into the characters, the context of the story quietly changed the perspective, he did not want to passively reproduce, he wanted to actively trace: why this happened, how One step at a time?
Ang Lee said: "Lust is our ambition, our emotions, all the colors; precept is how to stop in moderation, how to do it well, not too much, not to the point of destruction."
Obviously, all the characters in the play "Lust": Kuang Yumin's patriotic enthusiasm, classmates' innocent response, wives' mahjong table to watch out for comparisons, Mr. Yi's lust, fear and despair, and Wang Jiazhi's greedy stage brilliance...
they failed to quit , things got out of hand and came to a dead end.
Part of the plan in Hong Kong still seems to be a play, "School will start if we don't let go of the gun", and even the broken body is staged on an imaginary stage, and it becomes willing. Lao Cao's death was long and realistic, so bloody, and the mahjong table changed quickly and neatly after changing the title, because every knife was necessary in Ang Lee's view. "Revolution is not a dinner party". A successful patriotic drama is eager to try, and the enthusiastic young people who think they can do a great thing for the country have finally received the necessary education - a lesson that is bloody and has no turning back.
However, is that all there is to it? Young people are unwilling to admit defeat, and do not accept lessons. They are always defeated by the last minute desire, and they think they have a million soldiers in their chests. Kwong Yumin's promise not to let Wang Jiazhi be hurt is probably sincere. After returning to Shanghai, he seems to have become more "professional" and found an organization. In reality, he is still young, blind, and over-thinking in Hong Kong.
As for Wang Jiazhi, her family and country are in chaos, her body and mind are devastated, and she is like a walking dead without the stage. Kwong Yumin's reappearance is like a ray of light, illuminating the dim life and face at the same time. During some rehearsals in Hong Kong, a beam of chasing light hit Kwong Yumin on the face, and Wang Jiazhi watched obsessively from behind the curtain. Kwong Yumin comforted her, who was making her debut, and said, "Don't panic, as soon as the curtain is opened, it will be fine." He didn't know, and Wang Jiazhi didn't know either, she was a natural actress, and she was indistinguishable to the extent that she was in the drama. If she doesn't want anything else, she is Mrs. Mai, and her composure when dealing with Mrs. Yi and Mr. Yi is not talent, but instinct. In contrast, the male classmate who played Mr. Mai was so flustered that he couldn't even say a single sentence. As soon as the play started, the splendor appeared. In fact, the dust had already settled: from now on, she was the only one who lingered and lingered on this stage. Giving up life and forgetting death, love-hate obsession, indistinguishable between true and false.
Gone are the days of tears in the dark at the cinema. At the end of the stage, she was the only one who looked at it reluctantly. "Wang Jiazhi, come up!" - This call was made in this life, in the past.
Tang Wei's eyes have a kind of emptiness and straightforwardness, which is perfect for expressing the intoxication of the beginning of chaos. Li Anshe and Zhang Ziyi are wise, Zhang's eyes are too sharp, and there is ruthlessness hidden in the charm, and no trace of calculation can be erased. Wang Jiazhi didn't have any plans. She was ignorant and pushed herself and her comrades to the abyss of death by the black pool in the southern suburbs. She didn't even need to rest her eyes.
Taking advantage of the enthusiasm of the movie "Lust, Caution", Zheng Pingru, who has been in the historical archives for many years, seems to have recovered from the assassination of Ding Mocun, and has been cited by many articles commenting on "Lust, Caution". Zheng is a wealthy lady, with many suitors, and an out-and-out "celebrity beauties": she has strict family education constraints, generous understanding of her relatives, cares about the fiance of the heroic flight captain, and has a high patriotic enthusiasm to be publicized. , with the convenience of half Japanese blood as a cover... How could a dry and lustrous middle-aged man with a rat-like appearance mess up her dimensions. She doesn't need any scruples in her thoughts and actions. A life that is too rich may lack a willful death, so as to complete the thrilling legend of a beautiful woman. Looking at the photos of her published in "Sanlian Life Weekly", it is really called "natural wonderful eyes, upright and fair" (this sentence is exactly Hu Lancheng's description of Zhang Ailing's face, can't help but say that there is some kind of subtle connection between the story and the story. , almost doomed). Wang Jiazhi's helplessness, first grasping a task like a life-saving straw, and then grasping the tender pity that flashed in Lao Yi's eyes, during which all kinds of thoughts and struggles, thoughts tossing and turning, it is indeed Zhang Ailing's own mental journey.
The "attempted" life-and-death relationship with Hu Lancheng is the eternal pain in her heart. Repeatedly deleted and edited, and tried his best to be concise, Wang Ran still leaked from the almost emotionless line drawing repeatedly, "Looking back after 30 years of hard work, no matter how good the moonlight is, it can't help but be a little desolate." .
While saying "Love doesn't ask whether it's worth it or not", he used Mr. Yi's perspective to define the pain that never scabs in his heart: "They are the primitive relationship between hunter and prey, the relationship between tiger and yao, and ultimately the ultimate She is his person in life, and his ghost in death.” The mouth was not right, or the heart was occupied by the man who got in like a snake, the pain of biting was gradually overcome, the illusion of life was happy and finally achieved Addiction, even if Zhang Ailing ended it in a decisive way, she knew early in the morning, "I will just wilt."
The elegant and introverted Ang Lee is uncharacteristically, preferring that the film be rated 18A so that it can only be shown in a few theaters, which will greatly affect the global box office, and insists on keeping the three outrageous "bed scenes", and only after watching them completely can I understand why : It's not a bed, it's clearly a leaf of Noah's Ark. A pair of desperate men and women use their best intercourse to temporarily escape tightly wrapping them, ubiquitous, their own nothingness, warming each other, feeling a little bit of air Gossamer, precious and unusual vitality. It doesn't matter who is the snake, who is going into whose heart, who is the tiger, who is the ghost, who is the ghost. The difficult position named "paperclip" by talented netizens, in my opinion, is like a baby returning to its mother's shape at the beginning of the world.
Does Wang Jiazhi love Mr. Yi or not? This is the theme of many articles, but Zhang Ailing clearly wrote in black and white: "Did she fall in love with Lao Yi a little? She doesn't believe it, but she can't say no, because she has never been in love, and she doesn't know how to be in love. Hu Lancheng simply defined the relationship between him and Zhang as "Huan", which is very appropriate: Huan, "Huan" for men and women, and "Huan" for greed for a while.
How can body love and soul love be identified? How to be one? Will it split? It has always been an obscure borderline in the realm of love. The love of the soul in Wang Jiazhi's life was like a flash of light and flint, and the next step was the pitiful enlightenment that Liang Runsheng got from a prostitute. A hasty and clumsy re-enlightenment, Wang Jiazhi's spiritual desire, from that moment on, went into a split and no return. Lu, subconsciously hope that everything is acting, everything has a sufficient reason, and when the curtain is lowered, everything seems to be restored. So she banished her body and let him be whipped and ravaged, which opened the prelude to the SM-filled relationship between her and Mr. Yi. The clothes are messy and the tears are still dry. In a close-up, we can clearly see Wang Jiazhi's triumphant smile: Yes, the show has begun. She waited for three years, and the fish finally ate the bait (her body) and hooked the hook. .
Can you really control your own mind—other people's bodies? The second sex scene was still fraught with daggers, but there was clearly a sharp exchange. The awakening of the body broke the bank of the mind, and the traces of clumsy cultivation were wiped out by the trampling of the storm, but miraculously, a compassionate feeling was born from it. Because this trampling is also selfless, unreserved and even desperate, and nothing can soothe despair better than despair. Standing alone on the stage, Wang Jiazhi had no fear when she first met Mr. Yi, and she may not have it three years later, but she has changed, and the same task is no longer simple. It is not clear that anxiety arises from this. After several tugs and saws, the despair first became a little, and then a piece appeared, and it spread unconsciously. Once the game of mutual testing begins, you can't help yourself. I thought the goal was clear, but the helm is actually an old river and lake like Mr. Yi. She turned around and followed her desire to see clearly the man who was pressing on her and who was extremely close at the moment, but Mr. Yi arrogantly pulled him over again and again. He has always been fearful, and he was not secretive when he first tried to deal with it. He is afraid of the darkness of the cinema, and even more afraid of the light pouring into the darkness. The woman in front of him is such a dangerous light, and he is afraid that his greed will break the tight strings...
The third bed scene has the power of a final word, When the truth is revealed, the mountains and rivers are exhausted. Both of them released themselves completely—both their bodies and their deeply hidden hearts that they thought were long dead. Wang Jiazhi's high initiative is a victory and a death knell. The gun hanging by the bed is always in the sight of the two of them. Finally, she covered his eyes with a pillow, and he did not resist, and beware of the first brutality. In stark contrast: they finally captured each other and became each other's prisoners. They finally became each other's tigers. The heavy body finally filled the boundless nothingness. The road finally came to an end.
It can be said that the body under Ang Lee's camera is the most "magnificent" nudity I have seen on the screen so far, but it is not pornographic at all, and the relieved hug after the violent twitch reminds me of four words for no reason: love each other.
Can all this be called "love"? Think of the equally desperate film "Last Tango in Paris", which tells of love in indulgence. The situation in Lust, Caution, is not so clear, "what belongs to Caesar belongs to Caesar, and what belongs to God belongs to God", this bed is their stage, and beyond the stage, there is the real world to deal with. Wang Jiazhi is another Cheng Dieyi, who is indistinguishable from people and dramas. She was wrong in thinking that this scene would go on without limit, and Mr. Yi also had this illusion, otherwise he would not have faced the bloody blood in the dark interrogation room, but in front of his eyes there appeared to be entangled with Wang Jiazhi's body, wanting to die; Wouldn't give away a diamond ring of great value in such a compassionate way. I haven't believed in anything for a long time, and now he wants to believe in something. Maybe there is a "deep love in times of adversity", so he said, "I'm with you."
"This person really loves me, she suddenly thought, With a bang, if something is lost."
Love? It's just an illusion of love. Wang Jiazhi's drama life has come to an end. Xiang was fascinated by the glare of the stage and said the wrong word. However, this is not the stage. Kwong Yumin warned early in the morning that this time is not a rehearsal. If you make a mistake, you can start over. Everything is irreversible, so-called harming others harms oneself. Mr. Yi was still in shock and still acted cautiously without hesitation. The streets were quickly blocked, and his comrades were wiped out. Hesitating on the street, Wang Jiazhi, who finally stopped a rickshaw, subconsciously reported the address of Mr. Yi's apartment. After all, the poison sewn into the collar was not eaten. Maybe, maybe there is still a vague hope in my heart...
The appearance of "true love" sung by the petty bourgeoisie is really unbearable. Although there are no eggs under the ruined nest of the country and the family, it cannot be said that "all victims of war" can obliterate right and wrong. There is always a bottom line that must not be crossed. Even Hu Lancheng knew this truth. He wrote: "People in the world don't die of martyrdom, they die of good deeds. What kind of good things will be bad if they are forbidden by witches and nightmares." Wang Jiazhi was confused for a moment. The "goodness" of the fans, because of the loss of the bottom line, brought the taboo of witches and nightmares, ruining himself and his classmates. After all, Mr. Yi is not only a snake that got into Wang Jiazhi's body and mind, he is also a brutal thug in the Devil's Nest No. 76, a police dog kept by the Japanese;
At the end, Mr. Yi's anger was clearly towards Secretary Zhang and secretly towards himself. A few students lined up and he actually got into it. This shock was no trivial matter. His first thought should be: how to separate himself from the Chongqing side. No contact. The diamond ring thrown by Secretary Zhang on the table kept shaking. The woman Wang Jiazhi was downstairs, but she was the same as before.
He has a lot of troubles, and it appears at the beginning of the film. In the middle, he emphasized through the mouth of old Wu: Mr. Yi intercepted a batch of arms from the United States to aid Chongqing. The strange thing is that Japan is also looking for it. It is self-evident that Mr. Yi is leaving a way for himself. He is only loyal to himself as an "old prostitute" who is willing to take care of himself in the changing times. And in the Japanese tavern, he said to Wang Jiazhi with infinite sadness that as soon as the Americans entered the war, the situation would end.
Really bottomed out, Secretary Zhang came to the house to steal Wang Jiazhi's things, and also took away a batch of documents from Mr. Yi in the study. It doesn't matter what Mrs. Yi knows, she understands the basic rule of surviving in troubled times: keep your mouth shut, don't ask questions, and have fun. The wall clock on the wall struck ten times slowly, and Mr. Yi looked back. The creases of the sheets were still fresh, and the once-fresh existence was vanished into ashes.
I always remember the chat in Hong Kong where some cups and chips were intertwined, and then I wanted to come back with a special meaning:
Wang Jiazhi: "What we women say is all about
trivial things." Mr. Yi: "If you pay attention, nothing is trivial." The
voice just fell . , as soon as the camera turned, Wang Jiazhi's lipstick mark was left on the edge of the wine glass, and the blush of the rough leaves revealed the innocence of Mrs. Mai's elegance and scheming. Perhaps, it was this innocence that moved Mr. Yi.
At the beginning and end of the film, and at the two ends of the flashback, Wang Jiazhi, who was anxiously waiting for the last moment, also left a lipstick mark on the cup like this. No matter how good an actor is, there is also a true side. Wang Jiazhi is still innocent in the end - this damn, ruined her innocence.
On the other hand, Mr. Yi, when he returned home, the first thing he did was to take off his hat and change his clothes, stand in front of the mirror in the corridor, and examine himself carefully. The chatter and laughter in the living room could be heard vaguely, both far and near. There is no idle pen in Ang Lee's film, not to mention the same scenes appear repeatedly. He is such a suspicious and alert person, like a hunter with rich combat experience, he needs to pause for a moment to observe the environment, calm down, organize his thoughts, and assess the situation. Obviously, these "little things" have become Mr. Yi's daily "required courses".
Two people who are so different have formed a desperate alliance in the confrontation, and this confidant is like a soldier, blood is not splashed. If Mr. Yi can attack his heart, he will be self-defeating, and Wang Jiazhi will be wrong if he doesn't save his situation. It's all in vain.
It's not that they haven't had a good time, but that's a reflection. For the first time, the exposure in a Japanese tavern did not involve the body. Mr. Yi's words were clearly told by Hu Lancheng to Zhang Ailing, "This Life and This Life" records: "One evening in the summer, the two of them looked at Shanghai in the red dust haze from the balcony. Far away. I told her that the current situation is about to change, and the future will be difficult. She
was shocked when she heard it. Come on, there is worry. After midnight, everything changed...
[Supplement 1] It is said that the domestic petty bourgeoisie laughed when they heard the slogan "China cannot perish", and I couldn't help but pay attention to observe the situation here: there were no less than two sessions. Half of the Chinese faces, when the performance of "China Can't Die", the audience is silent.
[Supplement 2] She Aizhen, wife of Wu Shibao, the wife of Wu Shibao, the head of the Political Guard General Administration of the Wang puppet government, who was one of the intermediaries in the assassination of Ding Mocun by Zheng Pingru, later got together with Hu Lancheng in Japan. The last section of "This Life and This World", "Yan Wan in Liang Shi", is to write about her. At that time, Zhang Ailing also sent a postcard to Hu, borrowing two of Hu's old works for reference. Hu Lan became a celebrity and fell ill again, and sent a letter to tease him. After Zhang replied coldly and evenly, there was no more news. In the meantime, Hu's writings have many reflections on the words and deeds of this stubborn She Aizhen. Thinking of the article "Lust, Caution" always on Zhang Ailing's desk over the ocean, I can't help but feel the vastness and unpredictability of world affairs, and there is a certain number in the closet.
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