The first long review.
I don't even remember how I found this movie. I just remember that I was looking for a gay movie to watch and was surprised by the beginning of the movie.
I liked the scene where angel put his wine into nene's arms, the smoke of Cigarette lingered around them, a bit like the tone of He Baorong smoking alone on the rooftop in Spring Break, ambiguous, confused, like layers Cloud-like mass in your heart, stuffy, some breathless, but the heartbeat gradually accelerated.
I really feel like it's a spring break. The gray color of Burnt money, or the turmeric tone of "Spring" made me feel that Latin America should be this atmosphere, and made me yearn for Argentina, the rain there, the sunshine there. Two men danced at night in Latin America, and a group of people played football in the afternoon in Latin America. They fell in love here, separated here, and hugged and died here.
In my opinion, the best same-sex movie was the best gay movie, but now it's time to change hands. I think both Eduardo Noriega and Leonardos Balaglia are more successful (at least in terms of height) than Leslie Cheung and Tony Leung. . . I love my brother too, please don't spray Rong fans. (Sometimes I wonder, what would happen if Wong Kar-wai was filming burnt money?)
The same-sex movies I like are nothing more than a broad category, that is, they don't use homosexuality as a gimmick, and seriously describe the delicate feelings between them. They just love each other, just love each other, just like ordinary people. Whether it's calling me by your name, brandt money, or having a good time, I'm glad they didn't speak bitterly about the world's discrimination against them, the society's malice towards them, and the intolerant of heterosexuals against homosexuals. Of course, there needs to be movies to criticize, someone needs to speak for them, there needs to be "God Save Bobby" and "Brokeback Mountain." But the real understanding and tolerance is to treat them as part of us, after all, we are all lovers. We love each other, we can suffer for him, and even die with him. "If you die, I will not live." When I saw this sentence, my heart ached!
I love the scene where nene cleans up angel's wound the most. (seems to be the favorite part of many people) At least at that moment, both of them knew that they were in love with each other, and at other times both of them were lost, but one was mental and one was physical. Sometimes I wonder, what if they didn't take that money grab in the first place? What if the driver boy didn't tell his girlfriend their whereabouts? What if they escaped Uruguay in time? What if nene silenced the prostitute and kept her from leaking? It seems that they have thousands of ways to avoid this ending; but if it really doesn't happen, can Nene see what angel has in mind for him? Can angel be free from the interference of those voices in his heart? Can they still love each other? All this is painful but beautiful, because they love each other, so this is their inevitable destination, and it may be their best destination. They loved, isn't that enough?
Is he really my sky? Because he has the temperature that just melts my heart. (over)
PS: God, my little angel Eduardo Noriega is so handsome! ! ! I've seen a lot of fans of Leonardos Balaglia, obviously it's a little angel heartthrob, okay? (Leonardo is also handsome, of course) I'm still a little puzzled, as someone who likes Brad Pitt, how can he like Eduardo Noriega's type. . . A black-haired poor little Shou, a blond sunny American boy, is not the same type at all, okay? I like the frenzy in Brad Pitt's "Fight Club", the sunshine in "River of Love", the wild, unruly and vulnerable in "Burning Years", the recklessness in "The Seven Deadly Sins", the "Sixth Sense" in "The Sixth Sense" Elegance and youthfulness, Kongwu and sexiness in "Troy" (how come it seems to be off topic... I started to brag about my Brad Pitt male god) How can I like Eduardo Noriega?
Because they all have childish smiles, regardless of age, 30-year-olds, 40-year-olds, and 50-year-olds all keep the smiles that melt the tigers in the forest into butter.
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