On a rainy day in New York, after watching the movie, I looked back at the title and thought it was more appropriate.
Woody Allen is still suitable for writing about New York. In the gloomy rainy days, he uses an absurd story to string together the New York we are familiar with, such as Queen Victoria Station, Central Park, and the Museum of Modern Art.
In addition to the things in New York, the old man is still sparing no effort to describe the temperament of New Yorkers, the hypocrisy of the upper class, and the sensuality of the flowery world. Only Gatsby is like a clear spring, playing the piano and singing old songs of the last century. out of tune with this world. The old man also borrowed Ashley's mouth to say his summary of Gatsby, and perhaps also praised himself, quaint, and quaint.
In the scattered narrative of the film, the strangest thing is the contradiction in Gatsby. As the story unfolds, you will gradually discover that Gatsby, who is a bit shrewd and philistine at the beginning of the film, actually has a heart of gold. He is naive, He is even a little withdrawn and harmless to humans and animals, and the only rebelliousness in him comes from the upper class where his family is located, due to his mother's consistent strict education and the self-perception conflict between him and his inability to become the "he" that his mother expected.
And in our life, at the age of 20, who has not felt similar troubles? Gatsby has the shadow of every boy who was once a teenager, the one who cannot be understood by others, you, me, and him, at an empty-handed age, always fall at the crossroads in the rain, the flow of people is coming from all directions, the heart of gold does not know where to go, fragile and beautiful .
I don't know how similar I am to Gatsby in the old man's heart. I seem to see a premature aging American beauty, melancholy and half-heartedly compromising with life, but he is obviously a talented young man, his body There are flashes of the entire golden age of the past, like he and Chan singing old songs together, thinking about black and white film memories, Central Park on a rainy day in New York, dating lovers.
Fortunately, his mother's words made him reconcile with his rebellion, and he also realized that the sunshine in the south was not suitable for the cold and humidity of New York. The story progressed and came to an abrupt end.
Narrative has never been the focus of Woody Allen's films. The story develops at will, as if life is absurd but continues to repeat itself, on the streets of Manhattan that devour everything, on everyone's familiar and unfamiliar faces, excited and confused.
And this kind of story is more like belonging to the previous generation, a personal sketch belonging to Woody Allen, a rainy day in New York.
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