The next day, I continued to watch it the night before. In fact, it was the second time I watched this film. I prefer the purity and subtlety of the first "Dream of Love" (1966) and the silence and forbearance of the second "Dream of Freedom" (1911) (I am amazed at its color silent film format), while the third "Dream of Youth" (2005) is a little less lyrical and more poignant. I can appreciate the abyss-like sense of desire in it. I just appreciate it, not like it.
Watching Hou Hsiao-hsien's films requires a state of mind. You can't expect him to tell a story with ups and downs, because he doesn't tell stories, he tells about life, the most ordinary moments in life, there is some warmth in the trivialities, and in the warmth. He sighed helplessly again. "Dream of Freedom" is full of scenes of life: the literati Zhang Zhen walked into the house and took off his handkerchief to wipe his face, while Shu Qi brought hot water; the two sat down and drank tea and talked lightly; Shu Qi persuaded Amei to pass There is no more filial piety behind the door than at home. It was Zhang Zhen who helped to collect enough ransom money, and he couldn't give Shu Qi the life he wanted; the new little sister came and learned to sing with the master. Shu Qi listened to it in her room, it seemed Reminds me of the old days. Between the lighting and extinguishing of the kerosene lamp, there is a sense of the country's ruin, but there is not too much resentment and questioning, and the time flows quietly like this.
This restraint is what I like. "Dream of Love" does not have such a slightly heavy sense of depression, but it is also very subtle. Few dialogues, no confessions, very euphemistic love letters. Zhang Zhen, a soldier who returned from vacation, searched all over the world to find Shu Qi, the little girl in the pool room. When he found it, he just looked at each other with a silly smile, had a snack by the roadside together, and held hands under the umbrella. Rain and Tears are sung in the background. Beatles' singing has a kind of naive vicissitudes. I don't know when those innocent times will become vicissitudes of memories. The movie freezes the two people side by side in the rain, but in fact, everything is not over. , everything goes on, of course, everything may pass away.
The best time is a gift from God, the best time is invisible, the best time is something you can't grasp and don't need to seize, because the best time is lived in memory. Just like the movie poster says: Lost Times Are Best Times.
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