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This movie is too sad for me personally, too fucking suffocating, and it happens that I can seamlessly substitute all three characters...
French and, foreigners. The conflict between beliefs from childhood and non-belief from childhood. The film intensely shows the confrontation between foreign immigrants and the French through immigrant education classes. If those values are right or wrong, can it be called free speech? This is an obvious logical question. The protagonist points out like crazy, his voice getting louder and louder, he wants to finish the words of the national anthem, these are all signs of madness.
To be honest I don't know if the main character is crazy or not. I can't think about it carefully, it hurts my stomach.
The yellow shadow swaying in the nightclub, that shot made me feel sexual. The oboe woman stands in the doorway with burgundy lipstick, and the scene is also full of eroticism. The person opposite her seems useless, even asking what the words mean, in other words, no culture. But he's got a fascinating body, so that's it, that's it. The Israelis became models, but they were treated as pornographic toys and forced to say "It's cool" in their native language. The male artist's (perverted) rough mental sexual abuse brought him money. And in the next scene, if there is love, someone should listen to him, but it is silent, and the oboe woman just ignores his spirit and exploits his body in a seemingly gentle way. I especially like the latter scene, after the Israeli goes crazy backstage with the band, the woman walks up to him and weeps. Of course, the woman's cry was not about sympathy or tenderness, but because of the Israelis' troubles and the estrangement between them, she could no longer enjoy his body smoothly, and lost an ideal object to vent her desires.
A boring, rich second-generation writer (the father owns a factory and lives in a big house for free), who lacks everything, but can't write stories. In the end, he still lacked everything, a delicate and beautiful suit, and got into a shiny black car. When the Israelites said goodbye to him at last, the door that was never opened again. This person gave the Israelis the initial warmth, and even bystanders could almost mistake them for love. How could the Israelis who had nothing at that time not think that this was a sincere feeling? Because it was true, they still called each other a friend until the end, until the end turned from love to hate. The film shows us that, in fact, a defenseless man is rescued, and the relationship between him and the rescuer is not like the love story in the novel. The fact is that the owner of nothing arouses the exploitative instinct of the owner of everything, and he instantly judges whether there is anything in him that can be used for himself after saving the person. Oh, he discovered the war stories that others exchanged for their whole spirits and beliefs. This was the stimulation he never knew, and the inspiration for the appreciation of paper.
I think that human nature is probably simply determined by displacement. The relative position of the person in front of you and you almost inevitably determines the direction of your plot. No matter how noble or mean, from the moment you were born, many things have been doomed.
It's really sad, the protagonist said repeatedly, he was born in a country that was doomed to perish. The only thing I'm glad I can't understand.
After watching this movie, I can't tell who I am... Am I really just the person I imagined to be? Or, as long as I have a chance, I will do it too? ...
2021.12.22
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