This is probably the film I've seen with the least soundtrack, the most fixed shots, and the most long shots. . . . . .
It is a simple story, but the director expresses a lot of other meanings with the camera through details, silence and dialogue.
The vulgar boredom of unplanned unemployed people in the future is reflected in stalking women. The feeling of being unattainable is the inner humiliation of every person who feels that life has not achieved what they want but cannot do anything about it. His incompetent rage manifested in the verbal expression of his inability to help the loved one on the other end of the phone after he carefully requested to use the phone, followed by yelling at the opponent and promising a bad check. The sense of being intruded into personal space is expressed simply and in place, from the smell of shoes and socks to the sneakiness of watching erotic movies. The photographer seems to have a habit of cleanliness, but he hires prostitutes. I think that's what it means. Later, the phone call between him and his ex-wife was also completed in the toilet, and he hesitated to the end without saying what he wanted to express. The photographer doesn't even have a mobile phone, probably to escape the world. I feel that photographers are harsh to others, more selfish, accustomed to being single, and have no emotional fluctuations and spiritual comfort in life, which is probably really suitable for a person's life. Including the young man he suspected of taking his pocket watch, and finally found out that it was just a self-covering when he misplaced it. It can be seen that he himself is not good at admitting mistakes and doubts, as well as the inexplicable sense of superiority of being a teacher when he is older. I always thought the wind chime would be ripped off by the young man because it was so annoying, but it didn't.
Although there is no extra soundtrack, the ambient sound similar to wind chimes makes people feel that they are together with the movie characters and bear their emotions, suppressed, suppressed, I don't know if a sudden blow may come at any time, I don't know. When will that sudden eruption come, until the end of the film, the eruption does not appear, but it is not a stagnant water, but more like a tsunami that erupts from nowhere. But there is no way to vent, this is another kind of seemingly peaceful despair.
Reminds me of the Shepherd tone again, only this time instead of the soundtrack, it's the narrative emotion.
In the end, I don't know what the future of the young man will be, nor do I know what the photographer's own future life will be. The last shot of the photographer smoking a hookah is so long, he doesn't say anything, but rolls up. The waves and the sound of the pounding shore seemed to have nothing to say, because everything had already been said.
Is it really like the mouse stuck with rat glue? Everyone seems to be calm but is actually struggling in a corner caused by the environment or by themselves.
PS: A few days later, I changed it, and the stamina was too great, the inexplicable stamina, a five-point movie in my heart.
Possibly: That's what the ordinary shocking people mean.
I suddenly found that compared to the amount of film reading, it is impossible for me to surpass professional people who have time to read films.
I've been accumulating and accumulating, looking and learning, but when will I be ready?
Like my dad used to say about my test anxiety: You can never be fully prepared.
Yeah, I couldn't possibly be ready.
But maybe by the time I take that step, I don't need to think about being ready.
Since you are not ready to say this, it is better to start when you feel it.
Feelings matter most. Start is more important. Try to make possible. Likes to bring persistence. Persistence is doable for me.
Hai Rui was right again: Don't worry about whether you can do it or not, but focus on how to do it and really do it well.
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