In fact, I don't know what the subject of this article is when I write such a disgusting title of literature and art. Then let your mind be free for a while.
I watched a lot of comedy/reunion films recently and said at the time, ah, this year until the end of the year, I won’t watch movies with additional dramas except in theaters. The funny thing is that some of the most impressive works recently, "Love Van Gogh", "Time Staying", "Good Times", "Walking" and the re-watched "Paradise Cinema". It seems that none of them are comedies.
I would replay the good parts of the comedy in my head from time to time, and I would often copy it to myself.
It's a pity that those copied scenes are short-lived, and the time after peace will still pass through my heart with tenderness, clarity, and fullness. Most of these times are not happy, but complex, just like movies are always deep and multi-layered.
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It's been a long time since I watched a movie alone. I just came out of the movie theater and watched "The Florida Project".
It's funny and joyful in the middle, just like the sincere childhood is back, the beautiful Orlando and the dreamy cartoon intertwined to form a paradise-like picture is simply beautiful.
Later, the last scene of the film suddenly turned into a montage, which was immediately magical, and immediately moved people, just for those ten seconds. I just sat in the theater dumbfounded with popcorn.
"Florida Project" depicts a paradox, the conflict between the clutter of the lives of the underclass in the United States and the dust-free world of children. A single mother and daughter are lingering in a motel and can't pay the rent. The child is carefree every day. This world So beautiful, the mother is also dirty, the mother and daughter have to live by. If you have money, you can buy special dollar headdresses in the supermarket to enjoy the pleasure of low-quality dollarramma headwear. Even go to the recruiting.
It's a pity that I didn't accuse the mother at all while watching the movie, because they were really "happy" in the movie. If they couldn't get through it, they would fuck it. Although the three views of breaking the pot and breaking the pot themselves are not right, but my inner morality is magically different. Not overriding my value judgment, I even thought it was a pity that the police had to come and take the child and arrest her mother in the end.
This is the first Sean Baker I've seen. I heard people say that in his movies, all people are like utopian lords, everyone is doing their best to enjoy the moment, there is only one goal in life, make yourself laugh And make loved ones laugh, laughing and embracing fragmented lives. This may be the same as I harvest a lot of good in this film and selectively filter the "bad life".
I like this kind of movie that makes me delusional very much. It doesn't form a vortex in my memory and make me think about it all the time, or try to understand what inspiration, insight, and meaning come out of it. There is meaning in the movie itself, but unfortunately when I look back, I only want to think of its beauty and timelessness.
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"Stay in Time" was watched at home one night. Like the "After" I wrote before, I didn't feel much after watching it. The 77-minute film is also very simple. Don't say, don't do treatment, and say goodbye to your loved ones one by one.
This is a very Ou Rong movie, and naturally, his signature twist and confusion are indispensable in it. Whether it's the naked man and man having sex, or the photographer donating sperm to a woman he didn't know and the woman and his husband 3P together, the visual impact is brand new, but the film still brutally returns from so many chaotic elements at the end" We will die with regret."
I would like to know why the movie was translated into "Stay in Time"? Is it Boda in Chinese? Because the original text in French and English is Time to leave. A dying person will say goodbye to all the people he loves one by one, without telling them the truth, just like meeting again, adding tricks to the fullest, and being alone again Bear secretly photographed all the moments of love, made all preparations, and said "time to leave, it's time to leave". After the Chinese translation, the film seems to be suddenly raised:
If he didn't have any attachment to this world, he could have walked quietly without so much sense of ritual, but he worked hard to record so many shadows of love, and when he finally left this world with regrets, it was as if he had grasped time. Because time will reside in his photos, just like his sperm will reside in the womb of a woman he has never met and develop into a child, inherit his handsome face, and transform his regrets into the infinity of a child, and time also In the same way, it is no longer linearly extended, but eternally resident and fixed, and will be beautiful for a long time in the carrier.
This film also made me Delusional in particular, this kind of lonely, death-style film, this time it didn't stir me like a vortex. I'm never emotional either, just unusually calm. There must be a meaning, but unfortunately when I look back, I only want to think of those good times under the camera.
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So what do I want to say, it seems like I’m recording a movie on a running account and groaning about some insubstantial feelings?
I think I probably want to talk about our selective disregard of life in front of time.
Life is a combination of suffering and regret. We often put on the coat of happiness for him. When we look back, we only remember the colorful parts and forget most of the core dimness.
The passage of time is inherently tragic and irreversible. We often give this event a sense of ritual, thinking, um, we need to capture some of the beautiful moments he stayed in, which can be a photographic work or a creation. , and later we often only remember the part of time that lasts forever, and forget the length and sadness of his passing.
Because of this, whether I'm a millionaire or someone who can't take their next meal, it seems that my life can go on, as if the bitterness of the memory is always covered by the sweetness.
When you finally arrive at death, you will be like the photographer and regret some unfinished things, and then, the sweetness will still come to your heart, it will, it will be frozen before your last brain cell dies The mood at the end. Only in this way, the time I spent in my previous life seems to have its final meaning and can be extended indefinitely.
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I'm tired and don't really know what I'm writing anymore, but I'm pretty happy inside now.
How far we still have to go, there is no fixed number, but please make it more beautiful when time is standing, so whoever accidentally learns his destination on the way, I must share these lovely times with you Turn it out, color it, extend it, share it, and smile hard.
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