Before the scolding broke out on a large scale, Penelope's seemingly polite remark seemed to point out a common problem of the middle class in the director's eyes - posturing. "I've liked these things for so long that I don't even know why I like them now (referring to the limited editions)!" Pei, as an African history writer (or is it more appropriate to call him a lover of African history?), has a passion for art It's never surprising to be interested in a product. But if she didn't even know why she liked them, would she be too numb if she accidentally confided in front of strangers? There are also many similar bridges designed in the film, such as the "animal protectionist" who only pays attention to the lives of small animals but doesn't care about the status of the injured boy, and the "good man" who just wants to be a peacemaker and put himself at the forefront of justice. "etc. It is very obvious that the screenwriter and director have taken the theme of uncovering the mask of hypocrisy, lined up the jokes that have already been piled up in front of the audience, and let them laugh at the vulgar souls under the mask. Is the middle class thinking? Their love for those things probably only goes to the shell of what they are advertised for.
With the step-by-step development of the plot, the exquisite lines and acting skills are also sublimated into naked sneer again and again. The audience's laughter became more and more frantic, proving that the director's comedy was more exciting. The film certainly did that, but it also stayed there. Polanski isn't supposed to be a comedy guy. But it always seems irresponsible and naive to let a movie lash out at one type of person, like the slapped-up bourgeoisie. To attack them, one "The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie" would suffice. Now to fry this cold rice again, it's a bit of an inopportune step backwards.
Movie laughter is very strong. After laughing, I also found myself suffering from this incurable disease of posturing. The power of branding and branding has long since penetrated into the lives of all urbanites; who in the audience of this movie would dare to say that they do not have some so-called "favorite things" in their collections? Who can really be called a person without verbal beliefs? The performances and lines are wonderful, but no one is perfect, why is it always the middle class who get shot?
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