Three and a half.
It is undeniable that the label of the movie "erotic" was the first thought that attracted me to watch it. As patients of "male addicts", people responded with a commonplace attitude and erratic eyes. People are not romantic and ignorant of young people. This "person" often refers to men. A man can brag about himself on the Internet or in the life circle seven times a night, while a woman is hard to say. "Female addict" is more like a gimmick, and it is also full of lewd and voyeuristic curiosity. After reading the upper and lower parts, the quality of the two films is uneven, but the erotic part makes people feel uncomfortable. Why? First of all, this film is not an Ivy film. It is not aimed at pleasing and provocative sexuality, even though there are so many staggering large-scale pictures in it. It is certain that some of the shots are real, but it is said that they were made by looking for a stand-in and computer special effects, and it is also Hardcore. How to describe this feeling? Without the sex of love, it is more like a hungry eating scene. The hungry lions and tigers swarmed up, biting and chewing the stump of the prey. You can see the raw desire, the force that comes gushing out in the face, and with it comes vulgarity and savagery. The "Like You" I watched two days ago is a gourmet movie. But if you let Takeshi Kaneshiro starve for three days before shooting, no matter how many mountains and seas are in front of you, it will only add to the horror of the picture. At the beginning of the film, a middle-aged woman J is lying on the street behind the snow, covered in bruises. An old man S in the way came to help and took her home. In the room, the two of you chatted with each other word by word, and it was more that J was recounting her unbearable past. She is a woman who is addicted to sex, and in pursuit of sexual pleasure, she has dated countless men in every way imaginable. She used the furniture items that could be associated with S's home to make memories of Zhang Hui's body. The past itself is deviant enough, and J's response is even more imaginative. At the end of each chapter, J cites the classics and summarizes them with seemingly irrelevant cultural theories. For example, J's first night, the first 3 and the last 5, is a clumsy and painful first experience no matter how you look at it. What J blurted out was the Fibonacci sequence, with 3 and 5 as its coefficients. This one-sing-one-and-one structure sounds very funny and ironic to others. Just as Mrs. Xianglin and the local villagers wept miserably about her dead son Ah Mao, the villagers seriously analyzed the ecological environment and food chain in the mountains in winter, and why there are wolves. No matter how J depicts her past, whether happy or sad, S is always such a rational and almost cold-blooded response, or a joke, which plays a wonderful dislocation in the movie. The audience was separated by the two Infected by the peculiar story: For the heroine's wanton provocation and play with the male-dominated world, it seems inappropriate to laugh; for the male protagonist's various blasphemous and disrespectful interpretations, I want to be angry, but I think he is justified, for the heroine The ups and downs and fate of the second half of her life, she wants to be sad, but everything is her choice. And the comments of S, who are outsiders, are correct and are not affected by the emotions of the parties, but they also lack the most basic human compassion. Although J and S are completely different in terms of status and experience, they are like Kuafu who are immersed in their own worlds, desperately chasing the afterglow of the setting sun. At this moment, they can't talk about mutual sympathy, but there are trajectories that are connected in the dark. The first part talked about a lot of sex: the first night of sex, the exploration of sex, the composition of sex, and generally spent in lighthearted humor. The style of the second book goes straight down, more about the peculiar hobbies of sex, the complexity of sex, and the mental journey of "addiction". And with "addiction" comes a strong sense of guilt and punishment. So the picture in the second part is obviously much darker and more distorted. J once lost herself, and even more sexual partners, or even different ethnic group sex, can't bring her joy. She can only torture herself and find someone to whip her body in exchange for another kind of physical release after being abused. J has been looking for her soul tree, waiting for those branches that are completely exposed to the sun in winter. Her former partners, who sang the supremacy of vagina together, fell into the world of male domination one by one, and only she was still struggling for her own pursuit. Finally, on the edge of a steep cliff, she found such a crooked-neck tree with sparse leaves and flowers. It was almost born in the rough stone crevices, and the roots are tenaciously clinging to the barren soil, and the strong wind of the barren land makes its shape distorted. It stands on the edge of the mountain, stretches indulgently in the direction where the heroine is coming, swaying with the wind, and seems to be raising its hand. She finally understands her soul image in this life, as a woman who feeds on sex, and as a fighter for that power, she has no company. She is a discordant note in the male world, an unprotected object in the storm, an unyielding dancer, and the price of independence is doomed to be lonely. Finally, let's talk about the image of S. Knowledgeable, sophisticated and composed, gentle and gentlemanly, before the last five minutes. In the second part, the director used very obvious lines to express his support for feminism, and arranged for S to be a virgin to balance the entire "sinful" male society. But this is not enough, the most prominent essence of human nature is hypocrisy, J found her soul tree in the wild, S was also in the long conversation this night, Finally exposed the human nature hidden in the depths. The last intention was wrong, the face that sounded righteous and disgusting, "You have had sex with hundreds of men", the monk touched me as well, it is sharp to this essence 's disclosure. The bit of warmth that was paved in front of him instantly vanished, and he slapped every man on the face. The director once again vented his sarcasm towards humanity in front of the world. Gunshots sounded in the dark, like a blow to the head. It turns out that the protagonist of the story is not J. J is just a container, a mirror on one side, which contains the souls of the men who come and go in the story. Terrible.
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