--Well, like why do you live?
On Thursday, December 23, there is no work arrangement in the afternoon, and I will go to the carving time to sit. When I caught up with the movie at night, I watched half of "Hong Lingyan".
It was a storytelling movie, and there was no sophisticated live sound recording technology, and no post-dubbing technology. The producers have made detailed scenes and detailed explanations with great care. Hear a beautiful story told by a voice I don't understand, then look at the pictures and guess the plot. The first time I saw the translated humorous statement and the invincible youth combination of handsome guys and beauties made me think it would be a romantic light comedy - if that ballet was really adapted into a comedy, it would definitely be a classic love romance Light comedy, detailed pictures and sets, superb performances by silent actors, and attention to every detail... it's enough to make it a classic. But after that magical and hopeless movie ballet, I smelled a trace of tragedy. This is a classic, but a tragic classic. So when I felt the romantic perfection I had hoped for was shattered, I packed up, paid for it, and left.
In the end, watched half the movie. I watched the dance that couldn't stop: exquisite, beautiful, weird, desperate, and ended in death.
Why can't it stop and have to end in death?
I've never been a person who will take one thing as the focus of all life. To use more fashionable words, I am a person who insists on diversifying life. In my eyes, there are so many beautiful things that need to be understood and felt. If the ideal is fixed in a certain place, then other scenery will bring me Too many regrets. So I dance, but I can't wear the most cruel prop in the fairy tale: the red dancing shoes.
I just don't understand, why do I have to wait until I get it and lose it before I realize that there are more things and people in my life that I need to cherish? Then when I look back and want to save me, I will be run over my body by a sudden train. Broke down all possibilities of redemption.
The writers are really shit.
why are you dancing? Just like people want to live, they want to dance. So successful, so dazzling, so fall in love, so hesitant, so lost, so tragedy. If dancing is not the whole life at the beginning, then there will be no success, no love, no hesitation, no loss, but a tragedy of nothing.
It's like a paradox. The result of the paradox is just how tragic do you want it to be?
I'm still an idealist with no ideals, so I don't see anything as the only thing in life, so I've lost a lot of fun and fulfillment. As a passer-by in this life, after all, it is a lot of regrets.
I really like that dance, the psychedelic light and shadow, the rich and colorful pictures, the exquisite details, the dedication without hesitation, the burning of life seems to be incisively and vividly under the force of red dancing shoes like a shooting star.
Half-time movie, half-time life, I am glad that I have seen the most complete burning, and I am also glad that I missed the most tragic break.
For all the good, let out a sigh.
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