After watching this film, I have a feeling of reading a high-quality tanmei comic. Ou Rong narrates in a literary tone, the effect is similar to the inner monologue written in comics.
This story should have been engraved in Ou Rong's heart since he was a teenager, making him cry fiercely. Every one of us has such a moving story in the heart of our youth. The feeling of love is earth-shattering, always meaning dislocation, nothingness, but hard, laying the ground for growth.
The plot of the story is too smooth, and it is always brought into the perspective of the fictional world of shoujo manga. Until the teenager and the teenager tear their faces and reach a climax, all the complexity of the humanities is revealed in the inner meaning. He loves an image, he loves a flow, passion guides everything. Dancing on absurd graves and giving meaningless promises is the meaning of youth. Passing through boundaries with passion, living in no fixed place, and needing no security.
The first half is somewhat objective. //Favorite disco flashing light clips and women's clothing stickers corpse clips. The most fragrant part of the whole film is only disco, nothing else, just because the chemical reaction is the most complete. Watching it in the dormitory in the middle of the night, the dico screen flashed all over the room, good enough music + freeze-frame lighting + beauty + collective singing = the apex of youth/passion/vitality/hormones. The inner turbulence generated in the mourning hall is the real core of the story: a cold and beautiful teenager is lying on an iron plate, gray and white, but that face can still evoke a fire that is crazy. The curse of the flesh, this film shows that it is absurd enough and puzzling enough, but the first half lacks enough fragrance.
The glamorous, taboo, and maddening things can better reflect the beauty in the Asian context. The director deliberately set the background of the characters to be conservative, but the European open world setting was not enough to express [forbidden], so it felt a little naive, just a pebble at the foot of the Western philosophical system.
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