A paranoid drummer and a bandleader who can't hold a grain of sand in their eyes. After they met, they gave birth to this violent chemical reaction, and finally found the true meaning of art that they had been searching for all their lives in the midst of destruction. The 100-minute movie looks like an incisive sm show. Whether the wonderful movement can be interpreted in such a perverted and extreme way, I have a big question mark. But what the film wants to express is indeed conveyed to the audience with notes, that is, the goal of perfection requires the ultimate crazy pursuit.
Based on such a perverted central idea, there can be such a radical interpretation. As an idealist who is down-to-earth and aware of reality, I disagree with it, but I can't help but be in awe. Art comes from life but is higher than life. Most people's lives do not need perfection, but the process of pursuing perfection. If we can carve this extreme metamorphosis a little more reasonably, it will bring us the spiritual power. Maybe completely suppress the pain of the pursuit.
I think subjectively and arbitrarily that a person who can achieve the pinnacle of art will show some unacceptable paranoia in the eyes of ordinary people. In other fields, whether it is science, sports, or even flying, which I love, the attitude of a moth to a flame will play an irreplaceable role in determining whether you are the top or not (of course, never deny talent fundamental role). The movie shows a strong subjective will, not really let you emulate the hero and kill yourself. As for the pros and cons of this will, I won't judge, but the movie does convey what it wants to express, so it's a good movie.
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