Yufadu is a famous name for a long time, and because of Oshima's famous reputation, he has never dared to get involved. I came here from Okitian, and I read "Xinxuan Group Anecdote" by chance. I was fascinated by the man who was always smiling but decisive, so I found it all the way here, wanting to see what this legendary figure is in. What kind of soul exists in the light and shadow of Oshima.
I never thought it was such a sticky story full of desires. When Garner appeared in white, Rao Shikata and Kondo's eyes became ambiguous. A slow statement, the film's point of view does not exist objectively at the beginning, the narration mixed with the earth's emotions, suddenly zooms in on the camera that is attached to Ghana's face, and slides across the cheeks, the corners of the mouth, the brows, the forehead, the bangs... ... suddenly felt vomiting, which was clearly the most naked rape of this man.
So, the wind blows. Dirty desires surging in peace have nowhere to hide.
Gossip, strung with silent subtitles, undertakes the development of the entire story. As expected of Nagisa Oshima. Whispering and whispering is not suitable for such a completely man's world, and the few words with desire and jealousy in the repression are nothing but the best statement. The beauty of Ghana is cold and bloodthirsty but pure and beautiful. The tossing and turning in the bedroom at night is the turmoil in the hearts of all men who smell of sweat. The camera moves slowly, and Tashiro's hand hesitates but resolutely touches it. Garner's shoulders, his inner desire swelled intolerably, and the Sri Lankan didn't say a word, just rolled over and lay down without even opening his eyes. The corners of his mouth were still slightly pursed, and his face was still indifferent, not even mocking. Looking at the crowd that followed, who could catch the eye?
Can't understand how he lives in this vortex of desire with his feelings, as the center of the vortex, is it just bloodthirsty? Can't even stand it as a bystander. The picture is always dim, and the lens is always ambiguous, as if it has a sandy touch, and I always want to rub my eyes, thinking that I can see the world clearly and see the chaos. I can't help but think of "Rashomon" and "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily". Different entry points, talking about the same thing. A "Godfather" is a synthesis of the souls of the two films, but not only. Ghana's hatred is not rooted in Tashiro or Yuzawa, but people's dirty desires, which cannot be resisted. It is deeply rooted and overflowing. When the ruling class has even corroded, the resistance of the weak can only start from the branches. It seems to be the cry of a cello, there is no high-pitched singing, only the sorrow that touches the soul.
In the whole film, only two scenes are brisk, one is Okita playing with the children by the river, and the other is that Inoue and Garner go to hunt the ronin together. And these two were the only ones who didn't show Ghana's feelings other than teammates, and only at this moment did the lingering discomfort fade away a little. Sure enough, for a person like Okita, even Oshima was reluctant to stain him with uncleanness. He is still a boy-minded man. When Hijikata talked about the relationship between Ghana and Tashiro, before he finished speaking, Okita said that he was not interested in the entanglement between men and men, and he was open-minded. He looked back and smiled like a flower. Unlike Ghana, that kind of beauty is unmatched by others, and it is the exclusive capital of those who have no grievances. In the end, by telling the truth through the mouth of Hijikata, I can believe that Ghana has love for Okita, but I don't believe that Okita has love for Ghana. Because, among all the gazes around Ghana, the chief is the most refreshing, without the slightest stickiness. (But to hijikada san...)
Beauty is a sin and must be forgiven by death. Garner's death is inevitable. So he said with a smile that he forgot something, his words were light and his eyes were innocent, as if it was as simple as returning to pick up something, but it was just one thing. At this point, it is only the rule of law.
With the decisive posture of the fallen cherry tree, the wind passed, and the heart did not stop.
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