First of all I want to make a statement, you should not be frightened by what I say later. This is a Hong Kong-flavored, down-to-earth, commercial film. Although we can see the spark of thought and spirit, whether it is the sense of rhythm, plot setting, literary drama and drama, they are all wonderful. The performance of the people in the play is remarkable, and the setting is extremely perfect. It lasted ten years and is a sincere work worth watching.
But what I want to say is not that.
Death, pride, revolution. We have read too many stories of these words. They told us since childhood that every red scarf is dyed with blood, and the national flag is dyed with the blood of martyrs. This kind of bloody education makes us never feel that , Sacrifice, is a tragic thing. Dedicating to the revolution, sacrificing one's life for righteousness, is commonplace. We have never explored those individuals, the reasons for their choices, we have not seen those panic and trembling eyes, we have thrown everything in the past to the altar, and our hearts are indifferent, even slightly disdainful. You ask me what is freedom, democracy, equality? Let me tell you, it is a slogan, and it is no different from the anti-Qing Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty. We are very open, deconstructing everything, we are very postmodern, and we say proudly: people should live more realistically.
Those who practice ideals, become the most peculiar people of this era, incomprehensible. Just like the dialogue on the day before his death in the movie, he asked him: Is it worth it for a woman? He asked him back: Is it worth it for the sake of tomorrow? Then he drank his glass of wine and laughed with tears in his eyes. This kind of feeling that knows it can't be done, that kind of pride that doesn't matter what the outcome will be, and that kind of sadness that can't be let go but must be left behind, it's not something that can be sublimated by a single romanticism, it's profound Entwined in your chest, you can't breathe.
I am quite a person who hates the main theme, and I will oppose anything that is promoted by the news network and that the people like to hear. For example, I have no desire to watch a movie that counts the faces of the great cause of the People's Republic of China. I shy away from all doctrines in order to stay away from the Colosseum of power. I think as a human being, sobriety is the number one priority.
However, I am full of reverence and heartfelt for those who really uphold the pure ideals, like moths to the flame, for the imaginary future of the country, for the values that seem out of reach, at the risk of dying with their flesh and blood. Deep envy, even jealousy.
They, they are just ordinary people. No difference with me. I even feel like they are living in the worst, most failed era. I would rather travel to ancient times by myself, where everything is the world's number one bull, or live in the moment of self-hypnosis, rather than go through the pains of that era. At the same time of internal and external troubles, it is also necessary to be confused and painful for those unfamiliar words such as democracy and republic. For the sake of their respective camps and their own justice, they stabbed bullets through the bodies of their mentors or classmates, crying and questioning them why they betrayed the revolution, and at the same time they asked them why they rebelled. Pain like tearing.
However, I can't help but admire them. The 17-year-old handsome boy in the movie, a rich young master, has never stopped trembling with fear from the moment he put on that top hat. He is not a passionate hero in the ideal sense. He is afraid of death, and he is afraid of his own death. Afraid of others dying, his face was covered in sweat and tears, with the weak look of a petty bourgeoisie who would be laughed at. But he shivered from start to finish until the last second, with an incredible level of stability and serenity.
He said, "You said that you dream of Ah Chun every night, but as soon as I close my eyes, I see China's tomorrow." As touching as the sprout of spring. Every time I burst into tears, we in this era have been without such happiness for a long time.
I am a sad young man, I don't believe in freedom, I don't believe in the future. I'm a lawyer, but I don't believe in the law sometimes. I have no faith at all, I love people only because they love me, I look down on the vulgar but I can't be lofty, I don't know if one day I will feel that there is nothing that cannot be bought and sold. In fact, I am the better of the thousands of miserable youths, whose faces are more sophisticated than mine, and hideous because of their deliberate cunning. They lived so rough, and my soul was about to wither.
A favorite movie reviewer from laststore said: "It's not that the other movies I watched were not enough to impress me, but starting from this movie, I saw a certain possibility of Chinese-language movies, and I saw democracy, revolution, ism, and the future. ...the possibility of these words returning to mainstream issues with a serious attitude, even if some people are watching idols, some people are watching jokes, some people are watching martial arts, as long as some people watch it, I still see the possibility of thinking. , seeing that in this entertainment era, we are willing to embrace the heavy possibility again."
I would say: Fortunately, I can still think. It makes me feel like I'm still alive.
Sun Wen said: "If you want the happiness of civilization, you must go through the pain of civilization, and this pain is called revolution." It seems like
a century has passed, and this pain is endless.
If you want to get it, you must give first, and give your swearing feelings, tenderness, passion and talent. On the road of the light of democracy and republic, you will never look back. Instead of being like us, who believe nothing but disappointment and ridicule, we laugh at those idols, have the last laugh, look at ourselves, and don't look down on them.
A movie, I found myself, for many things, and did not die.
A movie actually has the effect of bringing back the dead.
In a movie, I found that the actors had a kind of radiance. Even the performance of Brother Chun, who had no hope at all, actually made people cry in literary drama, and his figure in the drama was unrestrained. Nicholas Tse's performance was close to that of an actor, Wang Xueqi, Donnie Yen and others gave the best performances that gave people goosebumps.
A movie has achieved a good-looking and profound unity, achieved the integration of multiple values, and achieved it. I do not agree with every word you say, but I will defend the great realm of your right to speak to the death. No matter how unrealistic and empty I think your pursuit of that thing is, I'm also willing to give it a fuck and think you're good.
A movie, finally a movie, made me say my praises very nauseously.
Because I know this is the beginning. This is related to, can we, seriously, think quietly about some questions in the midst of the ping-pong-pong fight in a commercial blockbuster? The vital spiritual fire is immortal.
Since I have no confidence in our Chinese people's aesthetic and appreciation level of movies, if you watch it, you may think that this movie is not as good as the three guns, so I will not say anything. Hurry up and pat the soil on your body.
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