I haven't seen any of Jordan's other films, but this one alone really touched me a lot.
Totally 1980s vibe. A short skirt with a big V-neck and a shrug of the shoulders, a large suit with a tight white T-shirt, a motorcycle leather jacket, and a large silk-lined bow collar in a wide-shoulder suit. Just looking at the costumes on the horns doesn't seem like a waste of time, not to mention that another third of the time the horns don't wear clothes...
and music. It's definitely not as petty as the pirate radio station, and it's like a collection of songs in the heart of the 60th anniversary of the National Day. Blurred electronica and vibrating violins keep the film warm, making it a far less sloppy film than serious band biopics like "control" and "the doors." In the 1980s, the anti-war love and peace were left behind a few cross roads, and began to have no taboos. The people in the film take drugs with confidence, no one cares about the grand theme, and all the experiences return to the body itself. Which is more noble in 1980s or 1970s? Standing on the high ground overlooking the bright lights of LA, is it not the loneliness that is painful to the bone.
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