Beauty is just a legend

Juston 2021-12-10 08:01:39

Since the last time I watched "2046", I don't know why I have lost interest in any film. It was not until the day before yesterday when I watched "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily" that I broke the record of not more than fifteen minutes of watching any film during this period. Have been watching.
This movie has also been out for a while. I'm dull, just watch it now.
very nice. Monica Bellucci is so glamorous that even I can see it swaying, let alone a man digging.
It doesn't matter, say I'm a porn maniac.
At first I wondered, isn't it an Italian film, how could it be so interesting. The music, the lens, the imagery, every point is permeated with playful ridicule. That little boy is so funny. The environment and people on the island are obviously vulgar, but that bit of vulgarity is undoubtedly funny for people to entertain. It was like this at the beginning.
Later I realized that it was not the same thing at all.
In the end, at the end, I was finally moved.
For the little boy, for Marlena.
The first sprouting of his life, hopeless fantasy, reverent cherishment, and powerlessness.
Her beauty, the crime and destruction suffered by Yumi.
She is the object of sexual fantasies of every man on the island. Every man. All coveted her beautiful carcass.
When fantasy persistence becomes an unattainable longing, it is a kind of madness and brings mass symptoms like a plague. Rumors are just the appearance of this symptom.
And the women on the island burned the red lotus fire with jealousy, and the noise became more and more prosperous.
Simple cannot be simple. Innocence cannot be innocent.
Only that child. Although she also yearns for her body (yes, yearning, not coveting), fetishes, voyeurism, crazy masturbation while fantasizing about the classic plot of the movie at night, but it doesn’t seem like a rush of lust, just makes people feel funny, this This kind of funny, has nothing to do with mockery, but a kind of innocent and clumsy affection from the heart cherish.
But she couldn't wait for him to grow up, he was just a little boy in shorts. In fact, she didn't know his existence from beginning to end. I don't know that he has prayed to the statue, and hope that God will bless her for a few years before he will take over. I don't know that he collapsed for her, I don't know that he is the only eye to witness her chastity and depravity, I don't know that he will always put her on the top of his heart.
She only knows how her goodness and beauty are destroyed by jealousy and possession.
That night, feeling that he had been abandoned by the world, unable to live on his own, and selling meat was inevitable, he cut off his long hair, which was like black and dense silk. The sound effects of "Koo-呲" and "呲-呲" are so good and lifelike, like scissors cut in the heart, it hurts.
The boy saw everything from the hole in the wall. The man's lewd name, her dull face. I can't bear to watch or listen suddenly, and my long eyelashes are soaked with tears.
I like that one the most. Malena, who walked dodge and drooped before, dyed her fluffy messy hair shining bright red after that night. She wore a low-cut black dress to show the signs of bumps. Her eyes were full of fierce and fearless after seeing through, and her posture was frivolous and frivolous. Very tough, arrogantly and enchantingly crossing the streets, passing through the obscure mouths and eyes of the crowd, sitting still, with legs up, and a cigarette between his lips, all around, suddenly, like a fish rushing for food, more than a dozen hands holding a lighter are gathered together. . The woman's eyes dimmed instantly.
The boy has since fallen ill.
After, after, he finally had sex with her in the brothel. It's just a trade of flesh and blood between a prostitute and a prostitute. Women's behavior is meticulous and thoughtful, completely professional. As for the boy, his expression is as religious as a pilgrimage.
After the war ended, the women on the island finally had enough time to vent their anger and revenge. Under the crowd, Marlena was trampled to death. The men who once coveted her were just onlookers, their expressions frightened but blurred. And the boy is just a boy, he can't do anything except watch.
Although he convulsed all over.
When I saw this place, I only felt a very strong feeling of vomiting. Very strong, very strong.
I don't understand that cruelty and violent hatred. There is no reason.
In fact, I understand that even women can understand.
When Malena, who was beaten into a human form, flinched and left Sicily and returned with her disabled husband a year later, the women whispered, "She has wrinkles in the corners of her eyes," and "She has a thick waist." In fact, everything couldn't be more obvious, from the beginning.
The returned Malena was treated kindly by the women on the island, because at this time she was already a woman with a vague outline and a pale face, wearing home clothes and carrying a basket to the market to buy trivial things, just like them. No longer a threat.
I didn't expect this last stroke of the film. This stroke is a little heavy, but the gesture is extremely desolate.
Take a look, how many things in this world destroy and destroy beauty. Beauty cannot stay long. Beauty is just a legend.
Beauty is just a legend.

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Extended Reading
  • Brady 2021-12-10 08:01:39

    "Time flies, I have loved many women and asked me if I can remember them, I said yes, I can remember you, but the only thing I can't forget is the one who never asked me...Marlena"

  • Zoie 2021-12-10 08:01:39

    My favorite part: She walked before, with eyes drooping, dyed her fluffy and messy hair red after that night, and had a low-cut black dress. Her eyes were full of fierceness and fearlessness after seeing through, her posture was frivolous but strong and her legs ached. With a cigarette between his lips, he suddenly gathered around a dozen hands holding a lighter like a fish rushing for food. There is not a single line from beginning to end.

Malena quotes

  • [last lines]

    Renato Amoroso: I pedaled as fast as I could... as if I were escaping from longing, from innocence, from her. Time has passed, and I have loved many women. And as they've held me close... and asked if I will remember them I've said, "Yes, I will remember you." But the only one I've never forgotten is the one who never asked... Malena.

  • Renato's Mother: But he'll have no pockets!