juvenile

Sammy 2022-03-23 09:02:34


This is a character that appears frequently in our memories of our youth. The neurotic whore in green - she's fragile always makes people cry; the uncle who climbs the tree hysterically saying I need women - he will kiss you politely to say hello; always wear red - - either a red dress or a red scarf - a beautiful and sexy woman - she is of course the object of teenage fantasies; a blind and bald old man playing the accordion - his music is so lingering as if it were his beloved lover; Of course all this is happening in a small town - despite all the good and expensive things in the world - it is the only small town we have. Here we play a prank, slip out the door in a sleepy class, dance a dance without a partner on a foggy morning with fallen leaves, where our mother is buried and the one he loves is finally married.

Four days of rare heavy snow (except the Ice Age, 1514, 1694, 1728, 1888 had such heavy snow uncharacteristically, we have never encountered such heavy snow again), the peacock landed on the edge of the fountain, beautiful Open the screen. Of course we know that this is not the end, and after going around, the truth should be that the beautiful Grantis left in the dark blue car, and we watched the dandelions that announced the end of winter were scattered in the sky, and we just said without sadness, again It's been a year.

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  • Tamara 2022-03-23 09:02:34

    A flowing sight, full of wonder. A wildly imagined unpredictable life, a completely fictional small-town experience is intoxicating. So private, yet so honest, so talented and self-satisfying. She laughed until she drooled, her eyes filled with tears. Kusturica's "Underground" was definitely influenced by Mr. Fei. There is such a movie in this world, our eyes are really blessed.

  • Emma 2022-03-27 09:01:13

    Why are Fellini always glued to the wooden heart? From the point of view of "escape", both of their lives are lives in exile for the sake of safety. In other words, they are all chasing a kind of stability and eternity in a chaotic world. These two naturally shy artists are either spring dust germs or winter snowflakes: adorned with branches and windows; lip swirls, chest ports and gully; plains and mountains, roads and roads are covered with their falling lusts ; fly, fly, spin, spin - as death. It is for this reason that the Roman Graffiti, infused with Fellini's personal sensibilities, unfolds in full force in the humorous and nostalgic atmosphere of Armacord with a multitude of lifelike and wind-dancing figures. The Fellini-esque renditions of "The Swinger" and "The Liar" from Italian neorealism gradually developed into a kind of escapism - classical romanticism, or to the other extreme: modern fascism. As modern humans, none of us can truly escape from two unconscious collective movements. But from a bright light, exile may be a process of "extraction" in a positive sense.

Amarcord quotes

  • Patacca: I always find German women to be pushovers. She's really fallen for me. And to prove it, she even offered me posterior intimacy.

  • Teo, Titta's Uncle: Is Father Pazzaglia still alive?

    Miranda: He's been dead ten years now.

    Grandpa: He's been gone quite some time.

    Teo, Titta's Uncle: He was alive last year.

    Miranda: That was Father Amedeo.

    Teo, Titta's Uncle: Is he dead too?

    Miranda: No, he's alive.

    Teo, Titta's Uncle: Exactly.