It's the same story of a summer.
This is a small island in southern Italy, and our lovely protagonist seems to have a disease of [dizziness and cold as soon as he gets on the boat], but the problem is that he was born as the son of a fisherman, so in the eyes of his father, he has become a lazy lazy person. All he had to do was give up so many ideas about America in his head, put on his hat, pick up the parcel, and go deliver a letter to a fat guy on the island.
He wondered why the fat man received letters from so many women, and wondered why the fat man's name was much bigger than his belly. A few lines of his words can be exchanged for courtship letters from beauties all over the world like snowflakes, and the sentences he utters casually become verses with melody floating like an ocean in Mario's eyes. Decades later, when this fat man won the Nobel Prize for Literature, my mother was still a child who recited Chairman Mao's quotations every day.
This fat man is Neruda. Poet Neruda.
I don't actually like his 20 love poems, but his vivid metaphor of [sea-like eyes] hits my heart. He has little poetic melancholy, he has rich imagination and gushing enthusiasm.
So, our honest postman entered a world called poetry.
The back story, like many films, features a woman.
When love meets poetry, it always adds a lot of romance. (Assuming the poems aren't too bad. XD) So the Beatrice girl, who shares the same name as Dante's lover, really became the prey in the verse hunt. In all fairness, I've never seen a girl who didn't show any sympathy in the face of a love poem she wrote to me. At least I didn't have the resistance back then. Poetry is a code, Beatrice said. When honest Mario wrote that her smile was a bright rose, it wasn't a compliment, but he really saw the rose in her smile.
The honest man's poem finally touched the heart of the most beautiful girl on the island.
Their beautiful wedding is the happiest moment in the whole movie.
Neruda gave Mario faith, talent, and a farewell without a reunion. Mario followed his friend Neruda until his death, but he never waited for the poet to look back on him, even if it was a personal letter.
Perhaps, as in the title of Neruda's autobiography, "I Confess, I've Been Through All the Vicissitudes," Mario was not even an episode in his ill-fated life.
The Italian actor Massimo who plays Mario is not my favorite actor, but one of the actors I admire the most. He paid with his life for this movie. He just postponed the heart transplant for this film, and died 12 hours after the film was finished.
His interpretation of Mario has a pair of sincere, simple but slightly sad bright eyes, shy like a fairy tale. Poetry is the ultimate conversion of his dreams, even if it's not really a perfect ending.
But I think he was relieved that he left with Neruda because of his dream.
Years later, when Neruda stood by the sea reading the sentence Mario left him, he couldn't tell what kind of mood was hidden in that expression with his head bowed and silent. I like Noret's godlike appearance and deep acting.
I burst into tears as Mario recorded the sound of Beatrice's stomach. long time ago.
I love this kind of quiet Italian film, the village in [Stealing Incense] or the island in [The Postman]. When I travel, I'm always afraid of Spanish or Italian robbers, but every time I see the crumbling walls, I get a little fascinated. Even if he revisited the film in the winter nearly ten years later, his summer-like simplicity and warmth still lingered on his nostrils.
Poetry, love, faith, a beautiful girl, a reliable postman's warm and sincere look at the poet...
Although I didn't know that Neruda's 20 love poems were written when he was 20 years old after watching the movie for many years, I Still stubbornly addicted to the fiction in the movie.
Mario gave Neruda a triste analogy.
So in the seventh of 20 love poems, I read:
[Looking down at the twilight, I cast the net of
sorrow to your ocean-like eyes. ]
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