"Are you lost?" the old man inside asked when Kit returned to the café where they had first arrived in Morocco. Then there is a long narration, "When you don't know when death is coming, you still regard life as the source of endless squandering, but the vicissitudes of life are always limited in your life. Childhood, afternoon, and life are lingering. How many people can I recall on an afternoon like this? Four or five, maybe not yet. How many sunsets can I see in my life, maybe 20, but people still squander their lives.” The cafe is still lively, but Porter The dream he talked about has been buried in the Sahara forever with himself.
As netizens said, I always want to jump into every shot to take a selfie. As Mr. Lu said, every frame is a beautiful oil painting. The main tone of yellow, the eternal desert, the struggle of life is more intense. The prostitutes in the tents have plump breasts, and after sunset, they take on the temperature of the sun. The bright-eyed child, whose face was always covered with flies, sat in a corner of the restaurant, examining the behavior of strangers. The dancing girl, jumping upright, with her hands clasped to the rhythm, does a strange dance. The camel caravan marched in the desert at night, the blue sky, the stars as bright as the moon. In the daytime, between the sky and the desert, if it weren't for the fiery red sun and the changes in the clouds, it would be like a never-ending road, and everything was in a labyrinth.
Potter asked the Moroccans to beat him in the high fever, and he told Kit that he was powerless. The world is converging and we communicate with everyone. The world is also divided in two, and we are all walking alone. If you are in a familiar environment, you can't feel this alienation. Moroccans always sit on the floor and even give you food on the floor. This is their attitude towards the earth and life. Nothing is good or bad. After Potter died, Kit was so lost in grief in front of the desert river. How many times have the camera swept to that suitcase, life is like a message, everywhere is your home.
The lens has not been retouched too much, everything is natural. Overlooking the desert on the high hill, at that moment, the feeling of nothingness is full. Potter's blond hair trembled in the wind, his love was shaky, and his flesh was truly warm. In a faraway place, if there are only two people, will you be able to repair the scars of time and return life to its original beauty.
Back at the beginning of the film, the three jumped out of the pier one by one. They seem to be carrying a lifetime's worth of luggage. Jenner said, "We were probably the first tourists since the port opened." Porter said, "We are not tourists, we are travelers." Kit continued, "tourists are people who go to a place and want to go home, and Travelers never return home." In life, we are all travelers.
That strange pair of mother and son, as Potter said, everything is a metaphor, the white Mercedes is just an appearance, she is not just a white Mercedes. The chanting and singing of the Moroccans, the most primitive music with their lips, is not the same as those buildings full of lines.
From the very beginning when Potter appeared in the prostitute's tent, to Kitt following the crowd and becoming the sex slave of the young headman of the camel caravan. When Potter was sick, Kit took meticulous care, anxious emotions, and Jenner's perseverance in searching. Prove the mystery and greatness of love. There is no moral judgment here, this is an imperfect but complete destiny.
Every time I stop, the scenery is pleasant. The Sahara in September is very windy in the evening. Sand keeps pouring in through the cracks under the door, eroding our lives. Red and yellow during the day, gray at dusk, blue at night, sometimes flying sand and rocks, sometimes running water in an oasis, this is the Sahara for each of us.
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