Of course, many movies should be leisure and commercial. They are usually shipped in batches by the big Hollywood factory to various theaters around the world for sale, and finally get excellent box office.
But other movies should take time and mood to appreciate. It seems that a friend recently said to me: "To listen to music, you need to sit down, put down all the work in your hand, and enjoy it quietly. When we chat, listen to a song at the same time. Song, that song is just the 'servant' of our atmosphere, we didn't respect 'music', of course we couldn't feel its soul."
When I performed in the Musikverein once, I was deeply moved by the vibe of Vienna. A place where I stood on the street and wanted to dance a waltz. When the radiance of the evening sun shot into the concert hall through the large medieval glass window, I really saw Beethoven, Mozart, Tchaikovsky, Chopin... That's not Schizophrenia, but when a musician learns something in music, it is like Hui Neng's "epiphany".
In this film, Los Angeles is chosen as the background of the story. This is a place that conflicts with art. It is a place where you stand on the street and want to watch stocks and struggle to make money. In the fast pace, too few people will pay attention to music, music is just a "tool" for white-collar workers to set off the atmosphere.
Perhaps this is what this film really wants to express: art needs to be worshipped and believed as art, not an appendage of market economy, opera house, recital.
As a movie fan, I also hope that when more and more movies attract us into the cinema, happy, thrilling, and wanton, when we walk out of the cinema and go back to our daily life, our attitude towards life will not change. Movies can't change us, then it's a failure, it's just entertainment, as Fromm puts it, "a paralytic escape." It is just a commodity, and the value of the commodity is only at the moment when it flows. At other moments, it only becomes a display window under the illumination of the flash, and cannot enter the human mind.
At least there are French and Russian literary films that are so resolutely separated from the "commodity factory" of the United States. It is rare in American and British movies to find a literary film made for those of us who study music and like music. It is really rare, and I dare not be more demanding.
Shangshan
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