Oshii Shou.
Kenji Kawai.
3D.
I always thought that using the virtual world to influence the real world was as costly as stealing fire from the sky. But the Japanese always have the courage to burn themselves and look in the mirror. When they see cherry blossoms, they see their own decay. They sing their own spiritual songs all day long. When they can't dissect the world, they dissect themselves in turn. And I, the shameless glutton, had little money in my pocket, but I still had to chew on it.
Oshii Shou.
This is what a confident man's self-confidence looks like at 55. All the tempting glitz is removed, and it is as neat as Nezha Eviscerating the Bones and Returning to the Father. Clean to the point of no reduction, and then the rhythm is slow and undisturbed to the end. If the intensity of the plot draws an increasing parabola, the hairspring is indeed as firm as steel. He waited for the applause, he knew the applause would come. He teases the audience like a lover, using brevity to say gorgeous, gorgeous to indifference, indifference to unspeakable sadness and joy. He is smiling.
Kenji Kawai.
Half or more of the lines are spoken by him, coupled with the picture of "every frame can be used as a wallpaper", so that you don't want to use words like "shock" but just let out a "hum" from your nostrils. Originally, the sky, the sea, the flying, the cliffs, and so on were treasured in my heart pockets. They were so well hidden that they almost forgot. He actually stole them out like a shameless magician and still rolled them in his hands to show you. Well, it reminds me that I have something as beautiful as this world, no hum, thank you.
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