Guan Hu's skills are indeed profound. But after watching the whole film, I feel that this is not a work of Guanhu that cares about tigers.
At the beginning of the film, I once thought that this would be a pure Beijing-flavored work of four generations living in one hall, a mouthful of Beijing films, images of courtyards and alleys of various sizes, and the taste of old Beijing. This type of film is destined to be impossible for a real national audience, which should also be one of the reasons why Lao Pao'er's films are not high enough.
But the more such a film is, the easier it is to have texture. Fortunately, I am a northerner, and I like and understand the delicacy and texture of this kind of focus.
Although in the form of performance, Lao Pao'er limited the audience for himself. But in terms of the connotation of the film, it has a broad resonance. This is not just the story of an old man in a Beijing Hutong, it is a story that all people have to experience in the reincarnation of an era or history. The years that cannot be kept, the changes that cannot be kept. Watching the tide shift, old age means elimination, no matter how hard you try, you can't resist the natural footsteps.
Lao Pao'er said that when he was just over fifty, the radio had to say that he was over fifty years old, and he was abruptly classified as an elderly person. suffocated. However, it is useless to be suffocated. this is the truth.
When Zhang Hanyu threw off his arms and showed his two long knives, people could smell the breath of the old times, but this kind of spirit or idea that survived in memory and legends was fragile and vulnerable in reality.
The bravery and righteousness shown by the older generation turned into the mockery of a group of young people. As if the era of cold weapons and hot weapons alternated, no matter how good the peerless martial arts was, it couldn't compare to a bullet. Young people have the righteousness and courage of the younger generation, but that is already a matter of the new era and has nothing to do with the old people.
From the biography of the ranger to the Seven Heroes and Five Righteousness to the modern Jingu Wenliang, knights or martial arts have always been just adult fairy tales. The young swordsman went wild, found his best friend and confidante, and went into hiding when he became famous. How desirable. However, this is just a legend.
What is reality? Reality is an old gun. Carrying knives in the streets and alleys, going to prison and squatting in prison, when you come out, you are old, and your wife has lost her son. The people who remembered shouted the sixth brother and the sixth master, but in the eyes of more people, they were just the bad old man who could be seen everywhere in the corners and corners of old Beijing.
The so-called martial arts, martial arts is very hard, and chivalry is even more hard. The suffering in this world cannot be tolerated, so there is a martial arts.
Even the princes and princesses in fairy tales never tell their later stories, let alone this is not the reality of fairy tales.
Lao Pao'er has recognized a rational word in his life, and there are not so many twists and turns in the concept of the older generation.
But open the window and look at the world, if there is no power or momentum behind this word, and no one can support it, then this principle is not as useful as a big sale on the street.
At the beginning, Lao Paoer used his own rules to settle the disputes between the urban management and the people in the alleys. That deadly admitted Li'er seems to have been settled, but is it actually settled by the rationale? It's not good-looking if you give it to anyone, and then pay for it yourself. It's not the jingle of the Beijing movie that Lao Pao'er has read all his life, it's the three hundred yuan in his pocket.
Lao Paoer likes to be called Sixth Brother, Sixth Master. Not so happy to call him. If even this title is gone, then the days that belong to him are really over.
In those days of the past, those old brothers still guarded the alley to live their lives, and he was the only one who was still talking about the reason. He didn't have a choice and didn't want to.
Since ancient times, there has been no initiative to give way. From commoners to emperors, even if they grow old, they will not be willing to admit defeat, just like the alpha wolf, even if they leave, they have to leave with dignity.
Sometimes, nothing is left, and all that is left is this dignity.
Lao Pao'er went to an appointment, which is probably the most insidious place in the whole film.
Ice lake, cold wind, old man, long knife. Combining these elements together, it is a vivid line drawing of Jianghu knights. But waiting for the old guns and the audience is not a martial arts story.
Lao Pao'er running on the ice lake is like the ostrich that came out of the cage. On the way to the appointment, when he saw an ostrich running out, he was riding a bicycle excitedly and shouted, "Oh, run, run, run.
The metaphor, that is himself. After living in the alley for half a lifetime, he finally went to the appointment again with a knife on his back.
Do you want to ask him why? I think he will answer you, no why. This is the rule, this is the reason.
The ostrich ran happily, like the heart of an old gun who finally found a chance to be reckless. He doesn't need to calculate the consequences, and there are no bigger consequences to calculate.
This is a destined wanton ending, but no one wants to know the ending, all he wants is this wanton process.
In fact, no one in life can be casually wanton. Often this wanton one is the last one. And the last time I wanted to be wanton, it was because I was unwilling.
What Lao Pao'er chased on the Ice Lake was not only the Li'er he had wanted all his life, but also the era that once belonged to him but finally passed away.
Between the old and the new, no one can let go of their unwillingness. Even if they are soaked in life for a long time, the last run will call out their hidden desires.
The old cannon that fell on the ice lake is more like a ceremony to say goodbye to the past, which is destined to be the last one.
That era, that time, will eventually pass.
We understand, and so does the old gun.
However, we just want to make this past, the past less forgotten, less silent and desolate.
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