Before watching this film, I had a natural prejudice against domestic films, thinking that it was a big director who couldn't make other people's films and couldn't make other people's big shots. Of course, this was originally a fallacy. Now there is no need for anyone to stand up and criticize this kind of plot of mine, and I will admit it unceremoniously. In the past, I never felt Leslie Cheung, but in Farewell My Concubine, every time I saw him, I would have a feeling of trembling in my heart. The elegant temperament of the decaying aristocracy, the sad and proud gaze, the gentle and full of pride movement, all of which make people feel all about Dieyi. His feelings, his state of mind, the people he loves and the people he is jealous of. Dieyi was originally a simple person. He was forced by his master to sing Kunjiao since he was a child. But every time I say "I am a man, not a woman". He stayed for the sake of Xiao Shi, the master brother who had always taken care of him and cared for him, and the later Bawang Duan Xiaolou, and he sang later without reluctance: I was originally a female Jiao'e, not a man. He didn't know that after that, all his mood and affection were quietly overturned in this sentence.
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