The Science of Sleep

Michel Gondry has a taste of Shi Yunmeier's disciple. Cardboard, puppets and various fetishist gadgets are used quite well, and the technique of stop motion animation is also adept. Or to compare him with old history is as unreliable as comparing adolescent boys to divorced middle-aged men-not dark in the bones, Freudian eroticism is also absent, the narrative is almost non-violent, but overflowing with France The tenderness of the same line of people, and the kind of very exquisite, faint despair of life. For example, in the calendar, using major disasters as thematic illustrations, "every month has its own disaster", and painting death with fresh and tender watercolors, is really a creativity that children can only have. Maybe it's because of the lack of a totalitarian background, or there are two completely different movies at all.

Finally, Stephane said, as long as you speak up, I won't go back to Mexico. Stephanie shed tears and shouted, what do you want me, what do you want me. Stephane was silent, climbed onto the bed, hugging the flannel white boat, curled up into a fetus in the mother's body, Stephanie lay down against his back, gently stroking his hair, and said nothing. The two ride on toy horses, passing through the cotton white clouds, fluttering and leaping into the flannel boat, and disappearing in the sea of ​​blue and white plastic colored paper together with the forest where the mother is looking for the mother on the boat. Black screen, subtitles, dreams continue, the movie ends here, charming and cruel. Don't think about what happens after you wake up.

There are those sweet heartbreaking, Stephane courtship lines: Will you marry me when you are seventy and have nothing to lose and I like your boobs They're simple and unpretentious?..

Opening lines is not time to translation:

Welcome Back to Stephane TV. Tonight’s show teaches everyone how to dream. You see, the key lies in fine collocation and abundant raw materials. First, drop a few drops of random thoughts, and then add the main ingredients: the right amount of memory fragments and nostalgic juice-this is for two; stir a little, add love, friendships, relationships, and all those ships to taste...

With a snort, a suspicious red cloud rose in the pot-so, the dream began.

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