Stand in a bookstore and read a book about Japanese movies, writing Howl's Moving Castle. The point is so interesting, so amusing that I can't retell it now sitting in front of my computer. But I love that movie, and after watching it, I often think of Sophie's flying silver hair and her sometimes young and sometimes old face. The reason for liking is also simple, because it is talking about love, pure and straightforward love. Magic, war, witches are not important, what matters is howl crying like a child because "the color of the hair is not beautiful", the home he gave Sophie before the war, the bloody hug, the Sophie's increasingly beautiful face was the cheesy happy ending.
I love that movie. Love those simple things. Love turns people into children. Love makes people beautiful. Love can conquer time. After all, I have taken several classes related to movies, but I just don't want to see those structures, those metaphors, those narrative systems. I would like to be deceived by myself, deceived by the image, immersed in it, and then shut down the computer in a satisfied manner, crying and laughing. The movie I love, I don't even want to write a movie review for it, as if that kind of feeling is lost in the original tacit understanding of the movie once it is written.
How should I put it, I know that my sensibility cannot be overcome, and there are too many things that cannot be explained. I'm afraid that's why I can't always be a good student. It just can't be deep. If you like it, you can't jump out, if you don't like it, you can't watch it. Always an emotional reading. There is never a clear presentation of the outline. There is never an opinion. So there is a lot of fun that only you know.
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