I seem to prefer this kind of short-story film format, and I was also moved by "True Love". Few directors can grasp the time of more than an hour without the audience getting tired, but if there is only ten minutes, I am afraid that the most mediocre director can also have a flash of inspiration and do everything in his life to impress the audience. The charm of a short story lies in its momentary plot tension. Due to the limited space, it has no obligation and is impossible to describe the ins and outs of things clearly, which naturally avoids the long speeches of mother-in-law and mother, and has a free and easy temperament.
Su Tong once said: "It's easy to talk about the benefits of short stories, say it sings and sighs, say it is righteous, say it is chamber music, say it is a dance on a table, say it is the art of miniature sculpture, how do you say it? It all makes sense, but it's hard to talk about the short story, talk about the inside of it, talk about the depths of it." I think a good short story should feel an indescribable beauty, it's so short , in your heart is so long, stop there for a long time lingering, still murmured, talking to you constantly.
Of course, it cannot be denied that some people, such as the writer Mo Yan, have an extraordinary fondness for tirade. What impressed me most was that he took the trouble to declare in the preface of one of his books that only novels with more than 10,000 words were considered novels, and novels were the future of literature, and so on. This statement is somewhat pedantic. Good works are not determined by the number of words, and long novels are not necessarily more lingering than short stories. Taking his own works as an example, there are also many hypnotic books that can be used as bedtime. And compared with Borges, who stood alone in the martial arts with the short stories he despised, he was far from enough to read.
Going back to the movie "New York, I Love You", there are two clips that I like the most. One is that there was a high school graduate who invited only a girl with a disabled leg to the prom on the eve of the prom. He accidentally spends a wonderful night with her in the park, only to find out when he sends her home the next day that she is an actress who deliberately dresses up as a disabled girl. The boy sat in the park for a long time and reminisced about that night. The second is that a down-and-out writer met a beautiful woman on the street. The writer tried his best to tease her. Just when he thought he was about to succeed, the woman handed him a business card—it turned out that she was just a prostitute. .
These two fragments are unexpected masterpieces at the end, they remind me of the heart-pounding beauty, ecstasy and comfort I felt when I read Borges' short stories. I was surprised to find that it is not difficult to impress the audience, a little cleverness is enough.
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