One weekend not long ago, on the way back to the city from the outskirts of the city, there were English songs playing in the car. I talked with my friends about European and American culture. From music to movies, from travel to food, the conversation continued until I stopped for dinner.
When I opened my eyes the next morning, the light flashed back, and a feeling of "perceived the danger but it was too late" shrouded in my heart. Regarding the conversation on the way back to the city yesterday, those European and American cultures had already been stored in my mind. Information, no doubt, they are a plunder and coercion of the territory of my mind. Quietly, over the years, like a spring rain, it slipped into my subconscious.
A movie is a culture, a culture is a kind of export, the millionaires of European and American powers, the separation of powers in the left hand, the quantitative easing in the right hand, the Coca-Cola hamburger, the speed and passion Iron Man, whether you like it or not, whether you are in Wherever, no matter what the color of the skin, all in the radiation zone of civilization are all exposed to rain and dew.
The Yalta Conference determined the new post-war world order and the distribution of interests among the great powers. Whoever stands on the top of the mountain and waves the flag of victory will have certain "privileges". The difference between black and white, the difference between good and evil, may be just a plasticine toy after the strong eat the weak.
An innocent worldview is a blank sheet of paper. We paint and draw by ourselves with watercolor pens in our hands. Some color pens can be bought by ourselves, some cannot be bought, some are purchased actively, and some are forced to accept. The colors are mixed and carefully crafted, the world view has been formed, the character is angular, and he wears colored glasses to distinguish the surrounding environment.
Haruki Murakami said: We only live in limited possibilities.
Woody Allen said: "If a parent converts to Catholicism a month before a child is born, the child comes from a Catholic family.
My unwillingness to be brainwashed by the export of several mainstream cultures is the reason why I chose not to make in Europe, America and Japan, and the reason why I chose this movie when I was browsing the film library aimlessly, all because I saw the production area "Turkey" three. Who is the director of the play button that was pressed only after a few words? How is the plot? How is the evaluation? I don't know at all, as long as it's not the eight major powers. As it happens, the movie as a whole fits my mood very well. It doesn't need ups and downs, no need for exaggerated acting skills, no need for long lines, no need for a good-looking face and waist, no need for special effects and episodes. , let me look at the screen as if looking at the slowly flowing river, and spend the two hours of my life peacefully.
Istanbul, the city that separates Europe and Asia, pedestrians in the heavy snow, the frozen crooked cruise ship, the flock of sheep on the golden hills, the steaming black tea and the kilim tapestry, the conversation between men and women at the table is brief and heavy, the telephoto lens is skimming Due to the interference of the surrounding environment, the depth of field makes the man's back blurred and the woman's face clear... I think if you are a friend who is concerned about the expressiveness of the lens, whether it is photography or video recording, you can get something from this film .
that's it. But thinking back, when the directors of the second world and third world countries were making movies, were they swayed by the thinking of the first world?
There are no peach blossoms in the world.
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