wow! It seems that after watching "Yesterday", it is more appropriate to write about the feeling after watching it the next day.
Today I watched "Suzhou River" again. Didn't watch it the first time.
I started watching movies in Internet cafes. In the first half year of college, I watched some literary and artistic films all night once a week. The ones that impressed me the most were Wong Kar Wai's films. Like taking medicine, let yourself watch all of Wong Kar Wai's films. There are also some banned films, such as "Suzhou River", "Seventeen-Year-Old Bicycle", and Iwai Shunji's films. It is really painful to watch "Dream Traveler" and "Swallowtail Butterfly" alone in a dark Internet cafe. Most of these movies mentioned above have not been watched, and I am confused after watching half of them. I was confused, and I didn’t know how to do something else to refresh myself. It was much more work than when I was studying for the college entrance examination.
Re-watching "Suzhou River" today, the pain came back again, and it was depressed, like lack of oxygen. I was stuffed in a small room every day, I didn’t blow the fan, I sweated over and over again, and I didn’t feel so depressed.
From the very first shot, I already knew the film was beautiful. Beautiful shots, shaking, ethereal lights, river water, bars, music, Zhou Xun in school uniform, Zhou Xun in green skirt, Jia Hongsheng in black jacket, and bar security with long hair, sunglasses, motorcycles, cigarettes, wine, pool son. I feel like this is all premeditated. Should I believe that Xiaomei is a peony, and a peony is Xiaomei, should I think about whether Xiaomei loves the motor, or that Xiaomei loves the photographer? I try not to think about what happened between Xiaomei and the boss, and I don't feel the conspiracy and evil in the bar. All I know is that this story is beautiful. But this kind of beauty, Lou Ye had to be so depressing.
What can I do. This is someone else's movie. Lou Ye is not Li An. Li An has a better eye and is kind. He can make a chowder with all the flavors and tastes. Lou Ye will mix this dish and put some mustard in it. Does it look good? ? Still looking good. Is it delicious? Still delicious. What can I say.
I used to like listening to the original soundtrack of a movie, that is, in a Hollywood movie, when the male protagonist kisses the female protagonist, the lingering symphony suddenly sounded. But now I don't like, hate, reject. "Rio Adventure" is pretty good, and the song is pretty nice, but it's so pretentious. When the male bird kisses the female bird, the song released just happens to sing about love. This tiresome positive energy theme is awesome. I don't like it at all now. Even if I think it sounds good, I won't like it.
It seems that "literary", "niche" and "independence" are more unique. For example, the three words "Jia Hongsheng" can evoke a bunch of "ideal" and "pure" associations, which will make people remember In my heart, I feel him all the time, and it even becomes a kind of "creed". I don't know how to describe this feeling. In short, it may be that there is a big difference between knowing "Jia Hongsheng" and not knowing "Jia Hongsheng". For example, can you feel the real "Leslie Cheung", and are you also touched by "The Summer Palace"? It seems that the chaotic crowd can be split into pieces in an instant.
I recently felt a kind of inferiority complex because I just found out who Gao Qi is. After a concentrated, violent, fanatical and wanton lust for Gao Qi, I felt lost and empty. I'm old, I should know all the male gods while I'm young, but I don't think it's possible, I'm always a long way behind. Oh rock, I can't catch you!
I really want to give up on myself, I will give up on myself. One day, clothes are just clothes to me, music is just music, and movies are movies, just like eating to fill my stomach, so simple, no more obscure things - even if there is, it won't make me feel depressed , also allows me to swallow freely.
This is how I swallowed "Suzhou River":
If I were to act, I would not always choose to walk away. I may be, others can't drive away. I will not become a motor, and I will not seek after others leave. The story in the movie has nothing to do with me, I just think it's a pity that they go about it like that. Alas, as the saying goes, "The wine and meat of Zhumen stinks, and the road is frozen to death".
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