In Wuxi for more than 4 years, I have watched less than 30 movies in theaters. In the process of less than 30 times, I thought about it for a while. Moviegoers in Wuxi have the habit of leaving the scene about 5 minutes before the subtitles are played, have the habit of laughing inexplicably, and have the mobile phone ring no at the most silent moment of the movie. body habit. It was okay this time, only someone smiled when Li Yuchun appeared on the stage. After Chen Desen's subtitle of thanking Zeng Xianji, the crowd disappeared completely. Someone answered the phone, and he knew that it was going to be vibrated.
Whether these little changes are because of the movie or whatever, at least I enjoyed it for two hours. I hugged my coat, rolled up the sleeves of my sweater, put my tripod on the iron shelf and lay in the first row for two hours. How long has it been since the Peace Theater was so full?
I always feel like my tear ducts need to be repaired. The day before I watched Siege of October, I watched The Life of David Gore in front of my computer. Kevin Spacey appears in the last shot, and even though that was the end I expected long ago, the lens is blurry. So under the attack of two couples left and right, when I burst into tears to the sensational music of Chen Guangrong and Jin Peida, I said in my heart, buddy, you are too emotional recently, it's not good.
Such tears are actually not because of Lu Zhong's hand slowly holding Wang Bojie, not because of Wang Xueqi's indescribable eyes, but because they remember a period of 16 years of history, when the wind and clouds met, when the fast horse was light Qiu, it was so far away that many people would not remember it.
If it weren't for Jacky Cheung, how many people would know about Yang Quyun? Or, the countless characters not mentioned in the movie who never stopped sacrificing from 1895 to 1911? Or as the guy next to me told his girlfriend, Chen Shaobai is a fictional character whose prototype is Qu Qiubai. At that time, I really wanted to give him 2,842 ear scratches left and right.
When I was very young, I read a book called "The Liver and Gallbladder of Heroes", from the Spring and Autumn Period and the pre-Qin period to the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China. The chapters about assassination in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China became common practice, and it is clear that the blood of the people is tensed. That is a history that has been forgotten in the textbooks. From Wu Yue to Wang Yaqiao, from Tao Chengzhang to Chen Qimei, from Xu Xilin to Wang Zhaoming, from Zaifeng to Enming. It turned out that Wang Jingwei also left behind the rhetoric of "Leading the knife to become a quick success, and living up to the youth's head".
Just, who remembers?
I will always remember Lin Juemin, a handsome young man who was praised by countless people as "If you have a husband like this, what can a woman ask for?" Born in 1887, I am a century older than me. It is hard for me to imagine that at my age two years later, I would dare to leave a book and go to life as generously as he did. Beliefs and dreams have become self-proclaimed more often.
In the blink of an eye, it is also October. One is a turbulent undercurrent, and the other is a cluster of flowers. Thank you Chen Desen for his ten years of persistence, reminding us that no matter how we think about it, there is a piece of history that we should not forget. There is a real belief and dream that exists completely and painfully.
Regarding the movie itself, we don't need to go into details about the director's slightly poor control, how top-notch the soundtrack and sound effects are, or even mention Chairman Huang's filming.
At the moment when I merged into the film, none of these existed, the screen was no longer a screen, it was Victoria Harbour in 1906.
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