I'm not as cold as ever to Donatore. Decorative from the inside out, and with a sweet and fishy smell of broken wings, I always feel that I am separated by a layer. If you really can't put aside the shelf of art, it is a question of how to balance. If the genre film is too full, it will be like a warship with a clear purpose. Although the occasional sunshine and gentle breeze will bring a literary flavor, it is not easy to balance it. In the same genre, Lin Lingdong's stern, stern and dignified sunshine and Wu Yusen's bloody romantic spirit are not good judgments, but in my heart, the latter is far inferior to the former. Hollywood directors have too many prominent positions in this regard. Of course, Luc Besson is also a good example, but for most European directors, technology is just a bridge. They don't care whether it is sturdy and gorgeous, they just want the audience to come and chat with him. In addition to this "Secret", think of "Lona's Silence" and "Rosetta" by the Darney Brothers. It's all women's hardships, they can keep their self-consciousness, and they are not afraid to gouge out the flesh and stab a knife into the body, but the real difference is the posture of using the knife. It's not all about their cruelty, their authenticity, and their inner poetry that terrifies and fascinates me. But these two guys are fucking playing for real. This is the true romantic. More, you still do not kill!
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