I already had to adjust my schedule and take the IELTS written test the next morning, so I finished watching The night of.
When it first opened last night, the first few episodes were almost lethargic, and like everyone said, the pace was just too slow.
When I watched it this morning, the last long shot: The male protagonist went back under the bridge, looked at the lights at night, and sat there alone. Just sat there, and lit the powder on the foil. This scene made me understand the meaning of being so slow all of a sudden.
This kind of meaning, I am afraid, is not the thrill of violently instilling information, but to let the audience slow down, slow down, sit quietly, watch, and think—oh, maybe that’s not called thinking, maybe it should be said, feel, immerse.
Ok. . . This is my impression, it seems that I have thought a lot, but it seems that I have not thought about anything. Just immerse in this piece, feel it.
It's been a long time since a drama can evoke the heart's memory.
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