insists on exploring a person's past with the rigor of an archaeologist, as he treats historical relics; if he must follow the rules defined by the medical profession Age zones to interpret youth.
Then I really am, youth is gone.
Usually, whenever the word 'youth' creeps into my consciousness, the first thing that pops into my mind is when I was studying in Nanchang Bay.
At that time, the voice of the book was loud and the friends were pure and innocent. At that time, I was learning to be an alcoholic and pretended to be debauched on the road in the middle of the night. At that time, I was busy moving out of the dormitory and renting a house, anxious and urgent. I want to experience married life with a certain girl; at that time pretending to be melancholy, cool, chic, pain - pain is also a kind of beauty.
As I said before, but if I dig deep into my youth, I still miss the years in Zhengzhou even more.
At that time, I had graduated, and I had no job, and my life was uneasy. When I was studying, the worries and confusions that I had to express in order to write new words were truly and deeply imprinted on me. The future is uncertain, the pain of completely losing oneself is so clear. I couldn't find my place at all, and for a while, I even cut off all contact with everything before because I regretted the state of doing nothing in the past.
Fortunately, there are always a few friends around.
These friends are young people who make me want to go crazy and want to fill a big glass when I look back.
Like the Johnny in the movie. Faced with the reality that has been clearly presented to us (as we all know, this reality is of course cruel), life will naturally find no rules, life? The ideals that life has given us are all fucking dreams. As for responsibilities, what did we talk about responsibilities at that time!
When the excess energy brought by youth is exposed like a fly, and there is nowhere to vent it, what can we do?
Johnny gave us the answer. He told us: Even if there is nowhere to vent, it must be vented, no matter what means. He chose to create a small explosion in the mailbox on the street, shoot at the opposite window from the balcony at night, or fight with anyone. There's really nothing to do, just wandering around on that cruel street. Of course, he likes gambling like his life, but he can only gamble twice when he has money. If you don't have money, you can only make fun of yourself.
If it must be said that he is also an ideal person, then his ideal is to become a gangster. He hopes to join the mafia with the help of his friend Charlie. But Charlie never agreed. Perhaps it was Charlie's introverted character and his Catholic devotion that prevented him from becoming a true criminal, but who can say that even if he had the chance, Johnny would never be a qualified mafia?
But just as the godfather Vito spoiled his incompetent godson, Charlie loved the bohemian, wildly out-of-control, and often troublesome little bastard. You can also say that Charlie loves Johnny for his cousin, but what I understand is that Charlie loves Johnny, just like our brothers and sisters, everyone's favorite is always the most mischievous little brother .
In order to get over his gambling addiction, Johnny borrowed money everywhere, borrowing loan sharks, as he himself said to Mike: I borrowed money everywhere, but I never paid it back, and in the end no one would lend it to me. I have to find you. Because you are an idiot!
For this sentence, for him, he took a pistol without a bullet, pointed at Mike mischievously, and humiliated and threatened him viciously, finally on the cruel street under the shrouded in the gorgeous and dirty night. Charlie reluctantly became Johnny's funeral. They gushed blood at the sound of Mike's gunshots - the kind of beauty that builds up and then explodes from the tone of the whole dull movie. Enough to make one forget that this is just the first film between Martin and De Niro.
You're an idiot, you know? Mike, you're the biggest dumbass around.
For some reason, in this low-key and depressing film, Johnny, the character played by De Niro, is not the first protagonist, and it seems that he is the one that reminds us for the first time. This Johnny was so unruly, he was so similar to some of my friends. Maybe everyone's assholes are not as excessive as he is, and they fail to do all the shit he has done, but isn't this Johnny's look, movement, and mentality exactly what we once had?
Falling in love with movies starts from Zhengzhou Wenhua Road. At that time, several of my friends were in a certain university on that road. When we had nothing to do, we would go to the streets to hang out. We also gambled when we had a lot of money in our pockets. What kind of day will it be tomorrow? I don't know, and neither do they.
When there was really nowhere to go (mostly when they were broke), they had to watch a movie in their cramped little dormitory. At first, it was always porn, watching it in different ways, and finally I got tired of watching martial arts movies, and when I got tired of it, it was messy, and I watched whatever I caught. Anyway, forget about it.
It was in such chaos that a few people were able to develop a hobby of watching movies. My friend Zheng likes domestic films, and films about the Cultural Revolution, war, and contemporary soldiers are probably his favorites; Tong has similar tastes to mine, and likes dramas and non-genre films. In particular, we all love Pacino and De Niro.
As time flies, we go our separate ways in life, we start to worry about our responsibilities and so on, and gradually lose or forget what we once regarded as beliefs. I still often look for old movies to watch, and I still review the emotions and sorrows in my heart in the dim light. We chat occasionally on the Internet, and almost no one mentions the movies we watched back then, but only about our current livelihood.
Three days ago, I accidentally browsed the diaries written by some friends on the Internet, and was suddenly surprised to find that they were still the same as me. Maybe the burdens on them have changed compared to before, but there are still some things - such as love for movies, It's still the same as before, but they have learned to appreciate and think silently by themselves.
It turns out that you also love movies!
"Mean Streets" isn't a popular movie, and perhaps many De Niro fans haven't seen it. That's why my friend surnamed Tong wrote this: I've been looking forward to watching this movie, but I couldn't find it for a long time.
I watched this movie when I left Zhengzhou last year. At that time, I didn’t have a deep memory. Maybe it was the first cooperation between this awesome director and this awesome actor in my heart. too many expectations. So the film also seems so dull and dull. The occasional flashes only come from some of the classic lines and the actors' performances that are very rich in body language.
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