watching Almodóvar's "Bad Education", after watching it, it is finished. For such a kind of movie that can tell the story, I always feel that I can't explain what I think. The artisan work of retelling the story is a boring waste to myself, and rude destruction to the movie. The complacency of commenting on the head and the foot, but because of his own ignorance and superficiality, he can't do it. But there are constantly fragments of certain thoughts, which are gradually induced, and they jump out, wanting to ask questions.
Questions about Almodovar.
Behind the despair, what kind of thing is it?
I have to say that Almodovar's narrative is wonderful. As an audience, I started watching the film without knowing anything about it. From being careless at the beginning to following the director’s twists and turns, he was telling his story completely according to his own meaning, because he did have one. To tell the story, you can't guess the following, the ending, but there is the joy of exploring. Such a narrative does not disappoint.
Towards the end, I actually started to worry about the plot stupidly. How will it end? Does the crime of homicide that the truth confessed must be punished? Or, knowing will lead to another criminal killing? However, the director ridiculed my mindset of waiting for children to distinguish good and evil in black and white. ending? There is no ending. Facing the person who killed his first love, he just said: go, hurry up, TAXI is waiting for you. We didn't see the hatred and sadness, but a black iron door slowly closed, separating two people, and the play ended. The subtitles calmly confessed the follow-up: The young actor who killed his brother later became famous for starring in the story written by his brother, and gained both fame and fortune. His accomplice, the source of the tragedy, the vulgar priest, began to blackmail him in turn, and finally died in a car accident he caused many years later. The director, his brother's childhood lover, continued to shoot movies with enthusiasm. Life goes on like this. There is no good and evil, no judgment, no God. Perhaps this is real life. This is exactly Almodóvar.
I sincerely praise this movie because of this ending, and I admire Almodóvar. This inexhaustible ending, this ending with a finger around to soften the giant boulder, this one that pushes the conflict to the extreme but suddenly aphasias.
What is more terrifying than the conflict of death than the fierce resistance is calmness. Accept the weirdness of life and the world, dripping with blood, and continue to live.
How thick and dark is the moss in my heart? Survival is more difficult and cruel than death. Generally speaking, what kind of courage is needed to choose suicide? However, for them, what kind of courage did they choose to survive.
In a world where God is dead.
I am surprised by this Almodovar. It is said that he himself is a homosexual, and it is said that this movie has his autobiographical color. I can't help asking: Isn't it hopeless? How did the person who made such a desperate movie endure such despair? Going through it, watching it, and telling it, don’t you feel hopeless? Or, he is beyond the despair of being in it, and can use the camera to play the art of film with fun and passion. Well, I'm really glad that there is art in the world.
So what is behind the despair?
Movies are different directors’ understanding of life. When I saw "The Double Life of Veronica", in the dark winter afternoon in the dormitory without lights, I was trembling by the hands of the puppet artist. Suddenly, there was a chill deep into the bones of the bone, and I suddenly felt that the hands of the dolls on the dark stage were like the hands of God, manipulating the tiny and fragile human beings. This is Kieslowski's care and interpretation of the world. He is like a curious child, exploring and insight into God's mind for us. Watching Keown's movies will inexplicably raise feelings of gratitude and gratitude. It's like being grateful for Leonardo in the world, and compatriots like Einstein, trying to get close to the secrets of God.
But Almodovar made me feel pity. (It’s funny to say, I don’t know what a sad child is, where is the qualification to say pity: P) Because I discovered what kind of thing is behind Almodóvar’s despair. I think that is warmth. That kind of warmth is something to pity for.
The greatness of Almodovar lies in his warm eyes on the world. This kind of warmth is that even if you lose heaven, even if you are in hell, you are still tolerant and still tough.
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