Did you take a taxi that night? The female driver in LA doesn't want to be a big Hollywood star, just wants to be a mechanic who can smoke casually. The Germans in the metropolis were new to the city and didn't know how to drive American cars, so they had passengers take more than half of New York with them. A black driver in a romantic city, driving a blind woman late at night, discussing color and sex, and crashing a car with someone else. Rome was destined to have religion, but unexpectedly, pumpkin sheep and sister-in-law made the bishop die. In the heavy snow in Helsinki, some people were drunk because of life, and some people worked hard because of life, and the night passed like this.
Five stories take place in five places on the earth, layer by layer, more and more exciting. From light comedy, to dark humor, to unexpected absurd comedy, and finally returning to the core of comedy tragedy. In the first half, I couldn't laugh, I clapped my hands frequently, and the more I went on, the more I thought, "Is this really okay?" At the end, I couldn't laugh. Accompanied by the sky and heavy snow, the comedy reached its peak.
He loves this kind of little story miserably, and he loves the eccentric Jarmusu, and at this point, he has pushed his nonsense to the limit. Five parallel clues, with only time as the only intersection. Although it lacks the sense of puzzle-solving that blends characters and relationships, it also brings a relaxed and pleasant look and feel, and you can enjoy each story independently. The core still has the taste of Jarmusu's alienation and the discussion of racial life. The form is funny, and the inside is completely true.
Talent scouts and discoverable dreams, foreign clowns and rowdy relatives, ruthless, arrogant blind girls and black drivers who are considered "invisible", hyper-dramatic Romans and taunted Religion, the glimmer of snow and the eloquence in the car. That feeling, it feels like everything is a comedy, but it's not just a comedy. My favorite is The Third Paris Story. Very much in the tone of a romantic capital, two outliers talk about race and sex in a late-night rental. Blind women can't see colors and naturally don't care about race, but she uses every pore to feel sex and life. The beautiful woman walks by the harbour, leaving behind the swearing about the race of the driver, naturally straightforward, and truly romantic and sexy. My favorite character is Angela, the passenger's aunt in the story of New York. She is full of foul-mouthed words, pungent and refreshing, and the corners of her eyes and brows are full of charm, which lights up the night.
A good movie makes people happy, just like the current record, all the words come naturally, and the joy is extremely happy.
"I feel with every pore,
Know who the man who has sex with me is. "
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