The world changes you first, and then you change the world.
I admit that I am too easily moved by the elegant and sensational way, which is destined to never be able to look at the problem rationally.
As the travel gradually deepened from the open and magnificent scenery to the embarrassing status quo, I agreed with the gradual change of Chi, with this utterly different from the real Chi with such awkward eyes.
Gael García Bernal (Gael García Bernal) on the screen smiled with a small tiger tooth hidden in his lips. He was invincible and beautiful in 78 years. The figure is slightly thinner, but it looks so decent and yuppie in the retro attire of the 1950s.
His slightly melancholic and deep-fried eyes were like a quiet lake, with something fascinating.
I like this cut.
He made me withdraw from Chenna's popular "fashion" image, so I really forgot how that deity once advocated a violent revolution, and believed that the welfare of the people should be immortal in battle and blood.
I was just moved by the leftist humanistic care of Walter Salles. When I didn't mind those lepers who became one with them, when he swam across the river at night regardless of his asthma that must break the boundary between disease and health, what I thought was that he was only 24 years old.
And when I was 24, I almost looked like an idiot.
Because of this move, I have to admit that I was a little bit in tears.
I knew that this was the killer's carbine hidden in the director's final episode, but I still had to be shy and instigated without hesitation.
While being incited, I became sick again. I despise myself, the people of a socialist country, from childhood to large, many similar self-sacrificing heroes are blooming in ideology. You haven't forged a steel-like will and a cement-like mind?
How can you succumb to these familiar expressions?
How can you be weak on these sections of self-sacrifice to show humanity?
So I made many excuses. It's because of... those magnificent and breathtaking scenery and human geography.
There are also the hips of men and women that have a natural sense of music frequently swinging, the dazzling rhythm of the leper's hand like a pimple, the old fat man is full of humanized little selfishness, little hypocrisy, little fraud and little weakness, and the film Shocking close-up shots of black and white people in a beautiful photo album appear at any time.
Of course, the most amazing thing is the soundtrack. From the hands of the Argentine composer Gustavo Santaollala.
There are both the majestic and magnificent of a highway movie, but also the joyful melancholy of flirting, and more of the large-length roar of the water that is about to disappear. Wiping the strings, kneading the strings, low and high-pitched, the voice and the scene have joined forces to make the photographer's family and country feelings, and the viewer's reluctance.
There is no other choice but to breathe in and hold your breath.
I came back and found a place where I could listen to the original soundtrack on the official website, and undoubtedly revisited it again. What I like most is the melancholy "AL OTRO LADO DEL RIO" sung by a female voice. I really want to cover my heart and make it cry silently.
How can it sound so good?
It seems that a long time in the first half of my life has been lost in this song all at once.
On the way home after watching the movie, the air was as cold as an iced stainless steel chisel brushing the gums.
I asked him how he felt?
He only said that the scenery is good.
What about the others?
He sneered and said: Hey, if you don't die, it should be his good brother and great revolutionary comrade Castro who is now being photographed to accept the praise.
His words were fucking colder than the air late that night. All the remaining tails of the passion I was incited by watching movies were put out in one fell swoop.
(Postscript: I finished watching the "Commander" filmed by OLIVE STONE today. It was his INTERVIEW documentary on Castro. He did a good job. He is a master, black and white scene, calm to ask questions, unconventional, not at all. The tension in front of the dictator. Castro is also very characteristic, and the lie opens his mouth, but the lie is so vulnerable to the truth, no one will break it, just a smile, watching him make a show. When he was on the show, one had to believe that he was absolutely sincere and confident.
He also played some tricks, such as praising the greatness of Che in the opening credits routinely, but when the end of the credits came to an end, he finally couldn't help his gossip nature. (Ah, forgive Ogissan, a dictator who has ruled for 43 years, gossip is the fundamental person of human nature)-He talked to Stone at the Hemingway Bar (it should be) about why the world's attention is why
he left. He The conclusion is: Comrade Che is too impatient.
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