The day after watching it, I felt faintly uncomfortable, which I didn't expect.
I played sailing on loop this morning for a morning, which I didn't expect either.
I am dying , forever crying....I am dying , forever crying....I heard my soul out of my body. Probably, maybe, I think, it's the movie that made me find some resonance, because we both feel that way in reality outside of the movie. But of course, we're just friends, and we're both still alive and well.
That's why I'm so touched after watching Midsummer '85. On weekdays, we both consider ourselves two lunatics in the real world. One is shrouded in an atmosphere of admiration for death and eternal low pressure. Although not quite the same as the film and the original, it also fits some of the tone and atmosphere of the film: mint green and bright red, The Cure's song and the breath of death looming behind it.
(The above is unintelligible, only me and she can understand...)
My favorite scene in the film is the two people dancing there. David put on the headphones for Alexis, and in a moment Alexis's world has another kind of music, and the outside is noisy, with a strong sense of rhythm, the drum beat will make a person's The music that made my heart beat was different, it was the sailing song. We noticed that David, who was immersed in the music of the outside world, was still twisting his body, while Alexis seemed to be stunned, his eyes were fixed in a certain place, and his body was slowly swaying... This The background sound was the slow-paced sailing song, but the others in the audience were still listening to the fast song, so their dance postures and music were incompatible and very abrupt. And the strongest part of this incompatibility is David and Alexis, they are closer than ever before - David's body is directly attached to Alexis's body, but the two are in a different world - —I think this can be seen as a hint that the relationship between the two has finally broken down.
I would love to insert a Camus quote here: And never have I felt so deeply at one and the same time so detached from myself and so present in the world. I felt that depressing incompatibility, that adjective , detached.
Kate finally told Alexis that Alexis loves the perfect David in his heart. I think that Alexis, who is delicate and sensitive, must be aware in that sailing, must have felt some kind of loneliness, some kind of worry, some kind of tragic symptom, not just the sweetness of two lovers.
Another impressive, or rather heart-wrenching scene, is the clip of the two of them riding a motorcycle. (Actually, I suddenly thought of a drowning knife hhh)
Besides the drowning knife, the second thought in my mind was Milan Kundera's "Slow".
how to say? It may be like this: the person leaning on the head of the motorcycle can only concentrate on the current speeding second; what he grasps is the moment that is disconnected from the past and the future, out of the continuity of time; outside of time; in other words, he is in a state of trance; when a person enters this state, he forgets his age, his wife, his children, and his hatred, so he is not afraid of anything; because the future is afraid of The root cause, whoever does not care about the future, is not afraid of the sky and the earth.
Speed is a form of trance, a gift from the technological revolution... When man entrusts the performance of speed to a machine, everything changes: from this moment on, the body is put aside and given to an invisible, Dematerialized speed, pure speed, real speed, ecstatic speed.
They rode their motorcycles down the street, enjoying the sweetness and madness of love, and both of them were in a wonderful time bubble, as David said - if I drive fast enough, the speed will be Can't catch up with me (did you say that? I kinda forgot..). There is only them in the bubble, and eternal love. And when they're finally in the ballroom (especially when Alexis is listening to sailing sway slowly) on the bed (ah! I'm getting a nosebleed again!!), they're even closer, looming over them Yes, that "indescribably sexy vibe". Such a fast and slow arrangement, such a degree of relaxation (OMG said that here I really want to say that the sexual tension between them is 1000% my god sos), just, there is a kind of thrill of jumping off a building (the analogy doesn't seem to be very properly hhh).
Sunday: death death death death death death death
If yin and yang can't communicate, who can go to the other side of the world to see what's going on, and then come back to understand. Cheering and silence after death are equally useless because the dead have no hearing and I don't think I can survive without him I know there are thousands of ways to die but I don't understand why he dies on the street and I live on World. Because at this time I indulge in memories all day long, recalling my own past, and recalling the past in sweet meditation, I sigh for the failure of my wishes, and add to my old grudges for wasted time; I am not good at weeping. Will the eyes shed tears as the long night devours a best friend? Will I still cry for the sorrow of love, and grieve for the night without love?
I will cry, but I will not burst into tears. Where do I still have tears, my eyes have already become frozen rivers. Watching what I do, listening to what I say, and reading what I write are all my life right now.
His face, I saw his face. Not his face when he was born. That is the face of death. The skin has become like plastic, and the luster of the past has disappeared. The hands were exactly the same as those of the mannequins in the shop windows.
How nice it would be if I hadn't seen him! During such a long night I couldn't remember what he looked like when he was alive, only the image of him lying in the morgue after he died.
Quoted above from Chambers, "Dancing on My Grave," "Diary of a Madman"
The above is written intermittently, and the bookbags have fallen one after another, fragmented, without context, and I will make up for it when I have time~
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