"When the red light came on, he leaned up from the corner and moved indistinctly toward her in the road, in the car, and sitting next to her husband. They only had the time for this traffic light to make a final decision. He Restraining the strong desire to rush forward to take his lover out of the car, he would never go, he respected her, but stood firmly in the rain with his fists clenched. She saw a wet body standing there , the door handle was in her hand like a knife, but she still tried to loosen it, and tried to leave. At the green light, her husband turned the car, she looked back, and the two faced each other silently until they finally turned the corner. There is no doubt that this is the last time in this life, and there is nothing else." I always remember this scene in the movie Covered Bridge's last dream.
Are social and family responsibilities more worthy of obedience than love instincts? This question has been discussed and debated tirelessly for many years after the film. The first time I saw "Long Dreams of the Covered Bridge", I was young and couldn't remember anything. Later, I found out that this play was performed by my favorite actor and actress on the same stage. After a closer look, I realized that the director was also him. Later, I watched many films directed by him-many times they were also performed by himself, "Perfect World", "Mystic River", "Million Baby", "Classic Car", "No Country for Old Men"... There will never be the shadow of that affectionate photographer again, the bridge bridge is the only one. Many people say that his film style is immutable, immutable and boring. I've always been drawn to this tedium. This white-haired old man always has the same expression on his face in the gully, but every time I have the same heart to escape for no reason, thinking that with this expression, I can go far away and do extremely unrestrained things.
Of course, many of these emotions are impressions from his early works, works from his actor era, such as the Red Dead series. The only pure west movie in my mind, "Unforgivable", the last western movie is also the original director's work, a world where there is no absolute "right" or "wrong", and good and evil are also confused, in "Perfect World" will become more confusing. It has nothing to do with "what it deserves", he promises that he will wait in hell because it is a real world. Later, he became the image of a photographer who lived a lonely life, who met true love but couldn't keep it together (still swaying the society, but ultimately failed, but probably the only image with more exposed emotions), and then gradually The blockade has become a stubborn old man who always coexists with this society but has different hearts. His feelings are buried deep, and his crying only hides behind the light.
All of these are tales of time, from the wild west to wild realities.
Many movies will always touch people without interruption. Sometimes it is just for a person standing on the bridge and caught in the past, as if taking that look back, the lover in memory will disappear just like in reality. Sometimes only one person holding the steering wheel keeps running and sad at night, as if after the night, all the fanatical emotions (sometimes indifferent on the surface) that were born for love will disappear without a trace... ... ( Remembering is painful, forgetting is better . Memory becomes something that has nothing to do with others, just a part of yourself. Forgetting is not so easy, which is why it is fascinating.) But what is really more wonderful is doing nothing, Nothing, nothing.
I remember that in "Classic Cars", he let himself be shot to death in this imperfect world, and then the young child took his classic car and drove along the seaside road to the unknown, with the crown and the green, the shadows of the trees staggered towards the His face fell, and the young child smiled. An ending song that he composed and sang slowly rose up. I was moved to tears by this ending. There is no love, no family, and no emotional plot (he often shows family love as indifferent and utilitarian, what a cruel mentality...), only the inexplicable feelings and connections between inexplicable characters can be cried for. This is actually the same in Million Babies:
His house whispered in her ear: my darling, my blood.
Having said so much, I don't know what I'm talking about. I think I just want to talk about an actor and a director that I like.
This wicked, notorious man, with forbearance and fidelity, disappeared into the twilight of Yujunhong, where all he had was: a tree, a wooden house, a herd of livestock, two children, the grave of his wife. No more rivers and lakes. - The unforgivable final scene
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