The first time I saw "Mulholland Drive", I was attracted by the damp and gloomy atmosphere of the film. At that time, I thought that the director of this film must have a neurosis living in his body.
Indeed, this bad old man is more of a neurotic artist than a serious film director.
His childhood dream was to be a calligraphy and engraving artist. So, since childhood, he has been learning to draw all the way. It was not until the university entered the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts that he began to engage in film production. Talent is something that cannot be stolen or hidden. When he was studying, he made a short film called "The Alphabet", which was only 16 minutes long, and won a scholarship from the American Film Institute.
He's never been one of those variegated directors, and his neurosis runs through.
Some say it was his life in the slums of Philadelphia that inspired him to add dark, eerie tones to his films.
"My Heart is Wild" is his fifth film. Unlike the obscure and absurd "Mulholland Drive", it is particularly pure.
It's about love.
The love here, IMHO, is much more advanced than your Zhou Xingchi kind of cheap love that sings a song and then frowns.
In this weird film, everyone doesn't like to talk, they prefer to use simple and crude body language. For example, using headshots to kill people to express fear, and endless sexual intercourse to express desire.
"I'm Wild at Heart" is like a crappy fairy tale.
Its main line is so simple that it is almost mentally retarded.
The actor Seiler, who was imprisoned for murder when he was a teenager, sat through the bottom of the prison and was finally released after serving his sentence. Waiting for him outside the cell was the glamorous old lover Lola, who had red lips that she wanted to refuse.
And then there's Laura's eccentric mom. She was indulgent, promiscuous, and changed boyfriends as often as she went to the public toilet.
She has a strong desire for control. She hated Seiler, and when she learned that he had taken her daughter, she even went so far as to find someone to hunt them down.
So the hero and heroine we love each other, smoking a cigarette, driving a car, and running away.
Escape and seek.
They smoke wildly in gas stations with "No Smoking" written on them, witness a car accident on an empty highway at night, and have sex in a rotten and dilapidated hotel. Crime, drugs, prison, ex-lover, blood, violence, lust—these elements are brutally and gothic mixed together.
No way, who called the actor Nicolas Cage. Any film that touches him will always be in the rivers and lakes, and this film is no exception.
As soon as he came out, he wore a suggestive snake-print jacket with a face that you owe me five million. Strange, this face obviously has nothing to do with handsome, but it can easily make women fascinated and heartbroken. It's reminiscent of the mating scene in Animal World, presumably with moving pheromones.
I'm used to seeing Cage who shouts and kills all day. It's hard to imagine that this rude man can be quiet, stick to your ear, and say a love story affectionately.
It's hard to imagine that he can sing. Also, the singing is not bad.
He sang "love me tender" by Elvis Presley, which was clumsy and dull. Of course, it was not as good as the original.
But the hostess and I both love to hear it.
It is said that at the screening site of the film that year, 350 spectators left 300 people.
Perhaps, Lynch had no intention of becoming a successful commercial director like David Fincher. Maybe he didn't care about the dismal box office at all.
How short life is, I would like to take a picture of a cool picture.
You say you don't understand?
You must be stupid.
Besides, life is inherently difficult to understand, so why bother to understand it?
Keep your eyes open.
go and see.
to love.
to feel.
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