Kirill's playful slickness is far more pleasing than Pawlikowski's photo PPT in "Cold War".
Under the centralized system, young people sitting in the auditorium listening to rock and roll are not unfamiliar to the Chinese audience who have experienced the Lipa tour in Guangzhou in 2018; everything they sing must be translated into "criticism XXX", and we also need to be on social networks. Repeatedly search for the "Fourteenth Floor of Didi Hutong" that has been harmonious.
But what Kirill wants to tell us is this: all the resistance, blood and passion we have longed for and looked forward to, did not happen in reality; just like the poor man in the film who is soaked all over the body, he has to dry his clothes in the end and return to the At home, waiting for the dawn of the next day.
When astronaut Victor opened the ceiling of the bus and let the tram land steadily, Natasha escorted the sacred espresso like a holy fire across the road, leaving only the ice-faced narrator, and the eternal God's perspective. It's always just you in front of the screen who has the turmoil in your heart, and Mike in the story time and space will only tell you that coffee is delicious, but it's really cold. What is this called: the intention is nothing but love, but the audience is always passionate...
Because life is not so beautiful, it is more forceful when dreaming: the young man talking about death and hanging himself jumped into the screen in drunkenness, wanting to return to the summer when he jumped over the bonfire naked by the sea. Many of the clips in "Midsummer" have a frame of reference. "Daughter of the Nile" has a heart-to-heart talk on the bonfire on the eve of the draft, the young man selling magazines along the road in "American Sweetheart", and the sparkling cosmic girl in "The Secret of Party Pickup" , These casual glances are not as clear as the three-second stare of the female makeup artist before Victor came to the stage, so crystal clear and solemn.
And the future rock star who has cut his long hair, picked up the microphone in the cheers of the auditorium, and sang the songs that will be sung in the future together with the guide who is also a teacher and a friend; friendship lasts forever, not in lonely love and hate fell and perished. The muse watched from the audience, and the back of the ancestors disappeared in the fire escape. Every era has such a departure, there is no need to say goodbye.
Someday, maybe, if I want to make a biopic of Sister Dalei, I'm afraid it will be like this.
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