Covered Bridge" is always called a petty bourgeoisie movie, probably because of its sad, romantic, and ambiguous tone, but in general, this movie is simple and restrained. Although the male and female protagonists are all famous stars in Hollywood, one is like an authentic country woman, and the other is really not a handsome guy. Even many people are disappointed by this, thinking that the blandness of the movie obliterates the actor's brilliance. This is really the case. Isn't watching movies now just to see people? Those overwhelming propaganda, those hard and deliberate performances, as an Iranian director Abbas said: whenever you watch a movie, you can be moved, scared, or shocked. There is a feeling of being slapped by someone. Because when the movie is over, you see that obvious rift between the movie and life, and isn't that just a sign that the movie is deliberate and unnatural? A really good movie should make people fall asleep while watching it.
These are unrelated digressions.
When I think back to the movie "Long Dreams on the Covered Bridge", especially in such a late night, I seem to really feel that Francesca. In the middle of the night, she stood under the porch, opening her nightgown, letting the hot summer air blow your body. This small detail always pops up in my ordinary life. I seem to see her face, intoxicated by the plump, broad, mysterious and sweet night. Of course, it can be said that this is the human desire for sex, however, it seems more appropriate that it is the human desire for life, life, not life. Life more means unlimited desire for growth, free growth unconstrained by thinking and planning, stretching and fullness of body and mind, and even integration with heaven and earth. All this intense thirst for life is fueled by a sudden love. Love, for people, especially for women, is the catalyst of life. Love inspires women's imagination of life, the urge to take risks, the tearing apart, and the sweet struggle in despair. So, in the movie, Francesca also seems to have written a poem by the poet Keats while she drives in the dark and sticks a note on the Madison Bridge, and it all transcends the traditionally conservative life of a country woman Rules, but she did it. She traveled on that dark and sweet road. All the realities around her were dissolved in the night wind. She was the only one in the world. Her body was transparent, her heart was hot, and she was looking forward to the tomorrow that would never come.
However, all illusions in the night will finally usher in the light of the day. The development of things is even worldly, which is ironic. Eat, dance, kiss, have sex. So apart from these, could there be anything else? this is life. And where will her desire for life be realized? She seems to be more predictable that this sudden passion will also dissolve in daily life, and her fantasy in the dark night can only be a fantasy, and her passion for life can only be a fantasy. This tells the truth, that the greatest passions of life can only fall on fantasies, and when they become real, the force of reality will crush them.
The movie still has to tell the story later, such as the agreement to elope, the hesitation, the final parting, and it is even very puzzling that at the end the photographer will sprinkle the ashes under the Madison Bridge after his death, which seems too hypocritical, really. The Ben petty bourgeoisie. In short, movies are movies, and everyone will see the level of interest to him. For me, "Land Dreams of the Covered Bridge" always reminds me of the lilac flowers blooming on summer nights, with a fragrant fragrance, pinning their passion in the endless night and in the tomorrow that will never come.
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