The place where the story begins is New York, I don't like the city, and I can't see the cuteness from the director's lens.
Then there is Amsterdam, an empty suburban luxury hotel, the little girl said I was hungry and the adults said I had no money, a very interesting conversation, and the Amsterdam restaurant that reflected the real situation of street restaurants in China, especially Beijing.
Then there's a place where I'm too lazy to look for place names, the dreamy suspended train, it turns out that I can walk in the air without the high technology of maglev or the whimsy of science fiction writers. Driving through old buildings and farmland to meet old men and women walking in a car, the buildings in black and white images are the most wonderful.
On the way, there are pranks, there are police, there are quarrels, there is the warmth of a box of drinks and bread handed over for breakfast, and there is a search full of expectations. On the road, is the simplest life, even two people who have never met, are not lonely.
Wim Wenders' shots, anyway, are a little dreamy. So watching the big house in front of me float by and deform from both sides, I also seem to be on the road.
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