Spanish eyes. Spanish eyes, affectionate eyes, in English, are the same word. In Almodovar, Spain, the camera is the eye he looks into affectionately.
See all kinds of joys and sorrows. On rainy night, the mother lost her son. The little girl in the basement has to hear the footsteps of her mother's high heels every morning to sleep at ease. Watch the nurse fall in love with the sleeping dancer and tell her a wonderful story. Someone writes. To a childhood lover, to change his gender for him, exhausted his face in the endless waiting.
Just soft music. You can’t cry loudly, and your heartache is severe. Colorful, but sad.
Spain, a fertile soil rich in strength and passion, bullfighting and flamenco dancing are its best footnotes. It's not that there is no sadness, but people live calmly. We only see the many pains and tears at the moment of calmness. A mother has to go through the pain of losing her child before she can grow into a mother, escape and seek, and understand her identity at the moment she knows forgiveness; a child has to experience what kind of hurt and abandonment before she can be in secret sorrow Growing up in twists and turns with Xi Jizhong, he only wrote a letter to his lover in his life, and it was not served until after death. People obediently accept all the gifts of destiny, joy or pain, and embrace the gravel with their soft flesh, spend their entire lives, and refine a dazzling bead with the pain of a lifetime. These are all sad stories, but he tells them calmly, as if everything was supposed to be a matter of course. The sturdy bull should be killed in order to complete a calm bullfighting hero; the castanets with red ribbons are crisp, loud and spinning. His high heels are coquettish and dangerous. We only saw the gorgeous and happy moment, and finally he said calmly, come, let me tell you the process.
It is also like a bullfighting show, gorgeous, passionate, and dramatic. The bullfighter is calm and fascinating.
The bold stimulus in the eyes of the world is just because he thinks it is commonplace, so he can show it at will; people know the truth of life, but they create their own barriers and use various taboos to highlight this Almodovar. The music quivered in the air, much like desire. Beautiful, fresh, and feel a kind of coolness when exposed to the air. Desire is like grass, growing crazily in my heart. People meet easily and become one easily. Sex is not a taboo, love is. They search for each other’s bodies, in a shocking way, feel the pleasure in the rape, get satisfaction in the bondage, flow like sand in an hourglass into the body of even a vegetative lover, and cross-dressed men perform homosexual and opposite sex at the same time. Relationships, no matter how shocking the world is, they can eventually be obtained, but love cannot. Desire for a kind of soul-combination—not just the body—for the soul to feel the throbbing of dying, and to release the energy of life in an instant. Desire controls life, love? Love is a part of desire. Perhaps it is taboo to make people feel safe. People leave the taboo of no love to themselves, and the lively desire only to the light, color, sound and shadow of Almodovar. So we have movies, but we have lost our lives.
It also blurs the boundary between film and life to experience this real illusion. ——Movies, the characters in the movies, watch movies and plays like we do, and burst into tears in front of the performance that touches the past. It's no different from us watching them. The hostess showed pictures of the room where she lived with her husband who was killed on TV. The mother followed the performance of the drama that changed her life time and time again, and tears fell apart when she uttered the lines she was familiar with. Watching the nurse tell her the wonderful drama she watched, a man became very small, entered the woman's body, and lived there ever since. After speaking, he also entered her body. The director wants to make an autobiographical film, and the lover who has been in the dusty past has to be resurrected on the film, but his emotions are gone. Life...life, drama is like life, life is like drama, nothing more.
Some people cry easily, some keep secret from the past. Each has its own way. Life is as colorful as the colors of this movie. Let the flowers bloom. Lively and fragrant. Everything in life has its own laws. The seedlings that broke out of the ground will not understand that waiting for it will be the hardships of a lifetime. To bloom into flowers, women and men, to bloom into flowers and lively and fragrant, you must first experience the many pains, so painful that it is difficult to breathe every time.
"Do you know why I am called Ayue?" In "Everything About My Mother", the enchanting man with prosthetic breasts and male roots asked everyone with great pride, "Because, my job is to please all People." This is a kind of pride, joy, full breasts and self-confidence. Sell your body, live humble, and still believe in your beauty and value at all times. She blooms and is more beautiful than a woman.
There is always such a man in his movies, who blurs his gender, twists his waist, opens his red lips, and is enchanting. Maybe it's because of his own homosexuality, or maybe he thinks that both men and women have only the same soul? He himself is such a monster himself, more feminine than women, and he seems to know more about the secret emotions experienced by women in their lives than the curve of his palm. He knows everything, women's thoughts, men's thoughts. Women grow up in mutual jealousy, hostility, friendship and comfort, and men grow up in women's love. Or not, it's just that the fire-like bodies entangled with each other, which can't give the soul satisfaction, at least it also provides a kind of comfort.
Light and shadow are always like water. Sound is another possibility. The color is as strong and dazzling as the Fauvism, exuding an aura of aggressive desire. Craving, craving, endless craving. The voice is always quiet and soft. The Latin love song is affectionate and sad, it is a quiet and deep blue that is placed on the night, and it filters out the smoke and fire of the vigorous eroticism. This kind of wonderful balance exists between desire and sorrow, just like the original appearance of life. Schopenhauer said that life is a group of desires. If desires are satisfied, they will be bored, and if they are not satisfied, they will suffer. Therefore, life oscillates between pain and boredom. The story of Almodovar is rarely boring, but more of the pain of unsatisfied desire. Obsessed with the colorful world, there is no end to desire and no pain.
Look at Zhang Ailing's description. "Spain is a poor place. When the American colonies were first discovered, it was wide for a while. It was so wide that it was ridiculously shimmering. Ships of gold and silver treasures were transported home. It quickly fell into decline, leaving only a little bit of beauty in the past. Cumbersome memories, the black lace yarn on the woman's head, the tortoiseshell comb in her hair; the man's flat gold coat, bright red belt, poison, dagger, throwing a rose to the bullfighting hero — no Romans, there are only Romans rules. This exaggerated, cruel, black-bottomed feijin nation, originally made a fortune, because it was too abrupt, it had the miserable and bizarre nightmare, and now it is too poor to know why, exceptionally Despair."
It's desperation-but, after all, there is still the gorgeousness of flying gold on a black background. Fierce and fragile, those desires and those sorrows. This pair of spanish eyes is so affectionate.
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