Wu Dee Allen is a special director.
There was a different aura about him.
Perhaps it is because of his maverick, different from Hollywood's distinctive temperament, that the French, who have always sneered at Hollywood, especially preferred him.
The pace of the movie is steady.
In no hurry.
Woody Allen tells the stories that happened in the maddened, illusory Hollywood and bustling New York in a slow and unhurried rhythm.
His handling of details and plots is also very restrained, and there are no particularly big contradictions and conflicts.
He also scoffs at this false and illusory way of life.
Although the background of the story is prosperous and lively.
But the story seems to take place in any city, in any familiar scene.
I'm thinking of using my own words to superficially express a little bit of my own movie viewing experience.
After much deliberation, it turns out that Eileen Chang has seen through everything long ago, and a famous saying has been passed down for a long time.
Marry a red rose, and over time, the red rose will become a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white rose is still "the moonlight in front of the bed"; if you marry a white rose, the white rose will be a grain of rice dregs on your clothes, and the red one will still be your heart. A cinnabar mole on it.
After thinking about it, I feel that this sentence is so concise and comprehensive that the core of the story is expressed in a few words.
Woody Allen deliberately hides the turbulent undercurrent hidden under the plain life, showing the plain appearance of life.
The end of the movie.
In the lively and joyful New Year's greetings, Bobby's eyes were empty and lost, he was thinking of people far away.
Vassie did the same.
Not in a city, not in a place.
But their eyes looked at each other, as if they saw each other.
Woody Allen deliberately stopped here.
Life has false lies, rapids, deceit, falsehoods, illusions and mists that we cannot see clearly.
No matter how vigorous, flashy, passionate and romantic it was.
In the end, it is always attributed to the trivial daily life of firewood, rice, oil and salt.
In the end, maybe you become the kind of person you once hated or despised.
"Time is passing, life continues, and people change." In the
end, it will be flat.
But the heart is always in turmoil.
This is the cruel truth of life.
Live, live, and live.
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