(Without Chinese subtitles, I may have misunderstood some information)
Obviously this is not a so-called music documentary or a music festival film, it is about young people, about a common confusion around the world, about family and about the protagonist himself.
When we first met Elliott, with a neat suit, Paul's hairstyle in the Beatles, and a neat and clean beard, compared to our impression of the American youth in the 1980s, it seemed too well-behaved. We see him habitually tucking his shirt into his pants, wrapping his trousers even in summer, deliberately striving to shake off his shoulders and striding, with a pretense of mature childishness in his words, like those of the backbone of the student union or club— — He was president of the local chamber of commerce, and to a certain extent, he did. In addition, his overly gentle tone and eyes made us wonder, could he be gay?
Yes, he is. He confided unspeakable confusion in chatting with "beautiful" Wilma, kissed a record player engineer while drunk, rolled in the mud, and writhe in the imagination of drugs, he stepped into the realm of sex took the first step. Before that, maybe he was just a frustrated billboard designer in New York. He made music festivals and proudly said to the cop with the purple flower on his helmet, I was the chaos maker, I made the rain, I made hash browns stuffed with LSD, I made the hippie crowd that clogged the highway.
Jews' seriousness about identity and money has been wiped out in Elliott's baptism in New York or the "Metropolis" in the metaphysical sense, at least he understands that showing off his ancestors escaping the palm of the tsar and dragging frozen potatoes is just mean self-motivation. This is the pain that every young man who leaves his family for the first time and throws himself to the school or the city must experience pain. People cannot live by being touched by themselves. Of course, there are still shackles and doubts in their hearts. Those gossips about gay must have made him restless for countless nights. At the same time, the pressure of loan poverty or the occasional thought of those unwashed sheets made Egypt Lyot couldn't refuse his mother's request to let him come back.
In the initial dull and invisible life, the troupe in the barn may have placed his last stubbornness, and the traumatized Vietnam War youth shared his last warmth. He has already learned to order a meal in a small town restaurant. A dish that is "the same as before", perhaps, without this music festival, we can imagine Elliott's future life, drinking chocolate milk produced by the other capitalist, running a bleak motel, and throwing money at out-of-towners. to look suspiciously.
Music festivals need to be made, something you need to make yourself fall in the swamp, argue with capitalists, and pull back and forth with your parents. Not everyone has the opportunity to make their own Woodstock, and those who have been through westward journeys of suffering and long road pilgrimages are lucky. During this period, there are the questioning voices of old ideas, the hateful truth wrapped in warmth, the aggressive questioning and self-talk, and finally, the center of the stage may still be far away, and you will find friends, dancing, heavy rain, mud Or the surging crowd is more attractive, as the two young men and women who have traveled the world said, "What they do is really not very good."
If an inspector tells you your fire and electrical wiring is substandard, then throw the notice sheet back at them, we have gold lawyers! If the locals ask how you can do this, they're just trying to get a piece of the pie and make them jealous! If they're spraying dirty words and doodles and bringing assholes to collect protection money, pick up a baseball bat, because the clowns will end up drowning in the crowd! And I just need to make Woodstock.
Order is beautiful, and chaos has its beauty. Ang Lee used a music festival to symbolize the tornado that swept through the hearts of teenagers, destroying the dead wherever it went. All crazy things have become reasonable at the music festival, and all the shackles and shackles have been smashed by the crowd. "It may take them a few months to clean up." What is a few months? Elliott finally decided to pack his bags and join the crowd. It's hard to imagine how tragic a typical American would make such a choice. Shouldn't freedom and independence be something in their bones? If it weren't for the Jews, I'm afraid it's only the Chinese. They cut off their relationship with the family and stripped all the old-fashioned from their bones. It's painful but happy, and life has never been so easy.
Please put on the most expensive clothes, learn to roll in the mud, take a heavy rain, dance, sing, not embarrassed or embarrassed.
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