20171215, Fengtai Wanda Dolby Hall, watched alone. The 12 frames per second of hand-painted oil paintings brought a strong sense of frame frame, which made me physically nauseous throughout the whole process. It was not until the ending song starry starry night appeared along with the photo package that I was relieved. Finally, it was not hand-painted, and finally I could see it with the naked eye. . . Colleagues have reported: eyes hurt, fell asleep, etc. And we are all artists. The sense of film is too weak, more like a TV documentary with a lot of historical materials (Van Gogh's paintings themselves), third-party interviews, flashback interpretations and narrative soundtracks. The original intention of using experimental expression methods is valuable, but the final works are really too far from the average level. It can only be said that pure hand-painted oil paintings are really not suitable for audio-visual narrative. Especially in the works of post-impressionist painters like Van Gogh (the originator of modern art, too), they don’t pay attention to the objective depiction of human figures, but use subjective emotions to experience and describe the images—such a picture style, originally It is completely unsuitable for visual expression in film art! Strangely, several friends gave five-star praise, which should all be for the subject itself, and for Van Gogh. The film is just dipped in Van Gogh's light. A case of successful marketing of a bad film, too disappointed, only Samsung.
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