Across the silver screen, my fingers fly on the keyboard, and I tap the words to myself. All ask of you always echoes in my ears...
This is the music in "The Phantom of the Opera", this is a classic Broadway song , for a moment, I hope to be still like a river at this moment.
The beginnings and endings of the lyrics are like flying butterflies. Such a musical brings me the moving tears that dry up like amber, and the transparency and weakness of butterfly wings under the sun. In the alley of music, I hope it will never end, so as to relive the story of Christine and the Phantom.
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is still intertwined with two lines. It seems that the literary films I like do not have this structure, so they are boring. When it is gray, it is when the characters are old, when the faces are dim like gray tiles, when the curtain of the story slowly falls into the chapter of life. It was the moment when the memory was shaken off the dust after a few years. It was the moment when a red rose tied with a dark green ribbon and dripping blood was presented to the grave of the memory. Life, death, love, and hatred all faded. Boundaries, the indelible is never the end.
Having said all the gray and white, let's talk about the color bridge in the middle. That is the brocade of memory flowing freely, that is the moment when the clouds are steaming, and the river is like a mirror, shining all over the sky. What this shows is the eternal vividness of the story. Time has washed away, and the years have been washed away. What remains unchanged is Qingming.
If the technique, the curtain of the stage and the veil of the opera are omitted, I admit that this is just the story of The beauty and beast. The fairy tale from so long has been re-implanted on the silver screen. Its audience is not children, but people with Adults who clear children's eyes.
It wants you to have wings of imagination, and when the cold moonlight sets on the floor through the curtains, remember the moment when you babbled and recited "Bright Moonlight in Front of the Bed", when you sat on your knees in the soft quilt , Father slowly told you about a beautiful love story. Years later, the eyes that were mixed with confusion slowly opened the eyelashes that were trembling like feathers, and saw that the beams of sunlight had already driven away the stars of last night...
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This story takes place in the Paris Opera House. Because of the perennial Nao water on the ground floor of the theater, no one has ever paid attention to what kind of soul resides in the deep place. So many winds have faded away, but no one knows the existence of a genius.
He is endowed with a talent like a charm. Of course, he can't go to the sky, go to the earth, pick the stars and fish for the moon, and can't lift a majestic mountain, but he has a sensitive and intellectual heart, and has the poetry of an architect and a musician. mellow atmosphere. At the same moment I thought of 1900, but unfortunately he never floated on the sea. Living in a dark cellar, even the bedside can stir up a bay of green water. He had no chance to get out of the bunker of the opera. His fate endowed him with fateful misfortune. He had hoped that love would come into his cup like the sun, and imagined that the goddess would give him love and tolerance like a heavenly father touching a child's head.
the other side. He was humble, twisted, cold, and feigned. There is a twisted face, half of which can smile, charming like stars, and the other half can only be immersed in darkness, living with ghosts, never revealing light, only squeezed under a cold mask.
It's ridiculous, with extraordinary talents, humble hearts, complex intertwined branches, sharp contrasts and injuries, living in the edge of the city, a field where sunshine, rain, and flowers can never reach.
He lives in the opera house, all his fears and unease can not be known, all people know is a symbol of a vile Satan, a bad person, a shadow falling in the darkness, a anxiety rising from sewage of air bubbles.
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A princess like a Barbie doll, a girl with bright eyes and white teeth. Looking back, I have always felt that she was too happy, peaceful and beautiful, representing the sun nourishing foreign objects and the totem of life and life. The only misfortune was the premature loss of his father, and for most of his life, candles were often lit to mourn his soul and his loneliness.
The kind-hearted ghost silently pays attention to the girl's growth in an invisible dark area, and acts as a pure white musical angel when she is lonely. In the process of Christine's pupation and turning into a butterfly, he played a father-like role, a mentor-like guidance, a beam of bright light when he was confused, and a pinch of clean water when he was depressed. He gave her the singing skills of Tian Lai and took her step by step to the door of life.
Finally, with thunderous applause and countless roses cast on the glamorous stage, Christine won musical recognition and honor.
However, this is just the beginning of a story, an introduction to a sad or happy story...
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Christine is just a child, a woman who has just touched the emotional crossroads. In the face of dignity, money, elegance, literature, art, and arrogance, all men who can't be picky, this is the object that all women will admire. On the other hand, I have to say, I saw the stuffing in Christine's dream about the magic.
In "Don Juan", Charm and Kristin raised their hands and joined hands. At that moment, she seemed to want to become a pure white tail symbol, and then she sank into a dream and became a white lotus flower. The camera turns to Raoul, with a tear in his eye that has yet to melt.
Live and die, hold hands and grow old together. Last night, the rustling wind and snow fell to the ground, and the tender oath at that moment was still there, but at this moment, she was intoxicated by the sea of songs. Not betrayal, this moment highlights her contradictions.
A sloppy man, a fine man. One is the role of his father's mentor and one is the real PRINCE CHARMING. One is the illusion of the fiery ghost area, and the other is the rational existence of love in the calmness of reality. Such a theme is not new, and the moment of choice is the climax of the film.
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When obsessed with Phantom's bewitching, Kristin's expression in front of the camera is single, his mouth is slightly open, his face is blank, and he is dragged away by Phantom at will. I can't say for sure if Christine is really in love at the moment, or if it's just a childlike joy in a fantasy, an untouched space.
Born to love, there is no ugliness, no scars, no regrets in this movie, and everyone is content when the curtain ends.
A thousand kinds of sadness and a thousand kinds of endings can be condensed on this screen with no definite ending. Everything is born of love, so there is no need to be sad, and it is not suitable to have a specific ending to look at.
Sometimes I think that the giving and receiving of love may not be as precise as a scale, but there must be a scale to measure it, and once it is out of balance, it may deform and fall.
Love can be turned into a reason for tolerance, an excuse for indulgence, a relief from depravity. But they can't walk in the world with love.
Hate, spit, mercy, pity. The root of all emotion comes from love, and love can be transformed into millions of excuses, pain or gratitude, but no regrets.
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say you love me,,,,
Sart Brightman's voice is still impeccable and flawless. It is also the voice of ordinary ghosts that can match the plot of this spooky, spooky love.
Phantom didn't get CHRISTINE's love, and finally relented. In the dark part of Bing Xian's castle, he waved his hand and let go of the pair of wall men. I heard that they seem to be childhood sweethearts, and they have agreed to the end of the world.
The last phantom doesn't care about the lack, all the shortcomings in his life are healed by a simple pity, because of love, he destroyed himself, but because of love, he was reborn from the ashes. A forced brute force eventually turned into softness around the fingers.
A little monkey's music box was placed gently in front of the tomb, and on the other side, a blushing rose lay peacefully on the marble. There is a green silk ribbon on it, and a sparkling diamond ring is carefully pierced in the bow part.......
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Thanks to Weber, for the perfect presentation of the opera model.
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