The 11th #法罗岛电影节# will bring you "My Own Idaho" on the 8th screening day of the main competition unit. Here is the sincere and painful evaluation of the wandering travellers on the front line!
Not a rabbit slot:
So lonely.
Leah:
A movie that belongs to the night.
Red:
Wonderful, and clear loneliness. A movie by Gus Van Sant.
Wipe:
Never lose your way, never find the end, never see the end of the road.
Fruit trees:
The topic is not enough to travel through time, and the queer temperament and sadness are still the greatest value of the whole film.
Cornice:
Human feelings are fragile, complicated, and in fact very simple, because they see the nature of loneliness and don’t want to be alone.
George:
Have ideas, like ubiquitous correspondence and contrast, and act well. The sex between men and women is so beautiful.
Grid artists:
Pursuing the slutty youth, the desire for maternal love, or the homosexual plot under the lack of love, two people with disparity in identities finally embark on a different path, a movie born for Rui Fan.
Pincent:
There is no end to the lonely journey, the sex scene is static and the heart is static. A rare adaptation of Shakespeare's play is similar to the classical western film, and at the same time, the youth film shooting method that incorporates emotional images.
Sparrow:
Wake up and do not know where to go, the eternal and long-lasting lonely highway. "Can I kiss you" hung in the air, like two static sex, like the indifference of passion, but full of youth, like the dazzling and short life of River Phoenix.
I know her a little bit:
"Not everyone can live this life lightly. Some people have tried their best just to live." You are not in my sight, and I am not in your life. People who meet in the sea of people will eventually return. Give back to the sea of people, the weight of growth always ends before the event and opens after the event.
Pour wine:
nice! The more freehand technique, combined with the elements of Shakespeare, highlights the heavy sense of classical charm, making the story elegant and exciting. In fact, it is mainly about social issues. The marginalization and class gap are particularly prominent. The whole story has a sense of ritual. Strong, and a little unruly, really good-looking.
The song is wrong:
This road has no end, just like I love you forever. I have been savoring the taste of the road all my life. I am also willing to get lost in the whirlpool of love and sleep forever. Maybe we will meet on the road again, but we have Going in different directions, everything is due to destiny, to the night I was in your arms.
The Queen of the Faroe Island Empire:
The bisexual censorship was killed again. He was already at the bottom of the LGBT discrimination chain and poured a bucket of oil on the fire. Who would dare to fall in love with them? Two static sex scenes, a man and a man, a man and a woman, two completely different funerals, the marginal people bury the marginal people, and the upper class commemorates the upper class. It turned out to be so easy to cut from the past. Ruifan Phoenix died in the most beautiful years and was missed by fans of later generations for many years.
Bob_Chow:
Including "Midnight Cowherd", there have been doubts about the American inserting memory montage, which is excessively trivial and not well-organized, which directly leads to the lack of emotion when returning to the narrative. Ruifan is of course attractive, but the state is rather vague and ambiguous, and just like the play itself, whether it is sleepiness, mother, wandering, including ambiguous feelings, they are all weak and confused. Continuously use solid color screen intervals to distinguish the terrain, Portland, Idaho, and Rome, but there is no topographical image awareness, and finally returned to New York. The divided terrain was emphasized by the film but left little information in the eyes of the audience. . There are also some flashes, and there are some highlights in Scott's mirroring after meeting the girl in Rome. A few large empty mirrors are indeed beautiful, but the position is highly suspended, and it is not possible to realize it and understand it.
RIVER:
Every day I love you, I walk this endless long road and experience the endless loneliness. My eyes are always looking at your back, my body is always nestling on your back, your figure After all disappearing in this long road, my loneliness has eroded my spirit, my dreams have taken away my time, and the days after losing you, live like this every minute and every second. I have been painful, uncomfortable, and numb, but I do not regret it. I am willing and indeed to drink up the poisonous wine of love, even if the bitterness of the aftertaste rippling out a circle of growth rings over time. In the days to come, I will think about you, love you, continue walking, sleep on the side of the road, and continue to have nothing. Maybe one day, I will wake up from my dream crying, tired to move without moving. My heart hurts so much that I don’t want to open my eyes, so I only hope that what emerges before me at this time is my own Idaho and yours.
No one at midnight:
I always have the same dream. I can't see the end of the road at a glance. There are grasslands on both sides, and the sun hangs far in front like a cave. There is a pair of gentle women's hands always touching my head, repeatedly Saying "It's okay, everything will be okay", and when I woke up one of the times, I was accompanied by you. I know that I am not your final destination, so the intersection at this moment will continue to spread. All short-lived desires and improvisations, long-term love and sorrow, all happen in this unreal and unrealistic time and space. I feel that I can't get close to you. Obviously we are very close. Obviously I can kiss you, but can I have a reason to feel lonely? From beginning to end, it exudes a charming scent like menthol, deep resentment and throbbing, swallowing away the sloppy freedom of pretending to be on a date. All naked interactions are only static displays, not dynamic lingering, just like the body is just an eternal wanderer to the mind, savoring the taste of the road all his life. Where am I falling, where am I awake, where am I? And you are far away, standing on a high ground where I can't stand your feet.
The scores of #FIFF11#DAY8's main competition will be released for everyone later, please wait and see.
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