After knowing the background of this movie, I put it on the list of "must see this year". In the 1960s, the era I loved. I don't know if our world will be better or worse if we take these 10 years out of history-the only certainty is that without the sixties, our world would be boring.
There is a classic saying: "If you remember what happened in the sixties, then you haven't really experienced it." For an era marked by cannabis and psychedelic rock, you know that this is not an exaggeration.
But there is always something to be remembered.
The 1960s was an era of revolution. But there has never been a revolution as fascinating as it in history, and there will never be another one in the future. The keywords of this revolution are: anti-war, civil rights, anti-government, sexual liberation, feminism, black rights, gay rights.
So many sports, now get dressed and go to your parade~
If you are a woman, you can either dress up elegantly and decently like Mrs. Kennedy, or you can put on the skinny jeans and mini skirts that have just become popular to show off yours curve. Of course, there are culottes and air force outfits to provide more choices.
If you are a man, it is better to grow long hair and grow a beard, even if the health condition is really worrying, but as long as the girls like it, let it go.
There were too many fascinating guys in that era. Andy Wolf conquered the art gallery with his pile of canned tomatoes; President Kennedy and his wife held parties at the White House every night; Martin Luther King’s "I Have a Dream" shocked everyone’s hearts; Che Guevara, the eternal warrior Strive unremittingly in the name of freedom; of course, there is also the God of all people-the Beatles.
And even more fascinating than these are the young faces full of hopes and dreams (and of course Akira after smoking marijuana and LSD).
"If you are going to
San Francisco , please remember to put flowers in your hair." Perhaps many people still remember this famous song "San Francisco".
Young people in the sixties called themselves "children of flowers." As long as you put a flower in your hair or pocket, then you are one of the brothers and sisters. Love and peace are their slogans. Everyone has taken this pose when taking pictures-the index finger and the middle finger combine to form a V-congratulations, that is love and peace. Take the time machine back to the 1960s, you are one of them.
One thing that would never be missing in those days was the parade, but the rally.
The most famous is the "Summer of Love" in 1967. More than 100,000 young people from all over the world flocked to Sanfan City to exchange different values. Of course, with the catalysis of marijuana and music, the communication went smoothly. After the summer, the young people returned to their cities with new experiences and ideas in high spirits.
The United States is the center of this revolution, but its influence has spread throughout the West and even the whole world. In "Pirate Radio", we saw anti-government, feminist rights, homosexuality, sexual liberation, drugs, and even the Vietnam War were mentioned in jokes. Of course there is rock-this is almost all of this movie.
Most of the protagonists in the film should belong to the "Beat Generation" in terms of age. But their spirit is undoubtedly the generation of flowers. It is more positive and brighter than in the 1940s and 50s.
The shot I was most impressed with was that when the cabin was flooded, Bob stubbornly held his box of records and slowly sank in the melodious tone of "father and son". No matter how Carl persuaded him, he kept shaking his head. In the end family affection prevailed, the box fell on the deck, and the record came out and floated in the water. He broke free of Carl and rummaged in the water, waved his hand and grasped one of them tightly. At this moment of life and death, he gave the saved record a thumbs up, showing Bright smile.
Is there anything that you love as life?
Everyone has been asked the question: If you can travel, what era do you want to go back to?
My answer has been in the sixties for a long time.
There are three pictures juxtaposed on the wall of my study: Mao Zedong, Che Guevara, and The Beatles. What do they have in common?
Tang Nuo wrote in his preface for "Blade First":
"What kind of people like to talk about death the most? The
answer is: people in love, people in religion, and people in revolution. In love, it is called life and death, in religion, it is called martyrdom burnt offering, in revolution, it is called generosity and devotion. "
Life is undoubtedly precious, no doubt. But in that era, most people believed that something was more valuable than life. Such as love, such as ideals, such as faith.
After a thousand years, we stand in an era of information explosion. The world appears in front of us every day with a strange new face. There will always be new faces, new images, new sounds, and new words. We began to become cautious and suspicious.
Population swelling, environmental pollution, terrorism, financial crisis... We don't know what's going on in this world, so we closed our ears and didn't listen, and we covered our eyes and didn't look. The TV began to be filled with boring jokes, and the big screen became a popcorn carnival. We laughed and disgusted.
Love? Ideal? Belief? Everyone may say: Oh, don't you pretend to be B? Do not install B.
However, I really don’t know what else we can believe in besides believing in love ideals and beliefs. Apart from loving ideals and beliefs, what is left of us.
At the moment it was announced that the hull was flooded, everyone was very calm. Their peace is not because they foresee that someone will come to rescue later, nor is it because they have no fear of death.
Are you afraid of death? nonsense. Who is not afraid. But is there anything so powerful that you can overcome this fear?
They are afraid, of course. But their love for rock and roll and their belief in freedom allowed them to face their upcoming destiny calmly and calmly.
In 1969, the Apollo landed on the moon, realizing the dream of mankind to go to space. Okay, now we have to say goodbye to the sixties-this is a perfect farewell, isn't it?
Just like the drug addicts' declaration of that era: Turn on, turn in, drop out. Those flowers bloom in time.
If you're going to San Francisco, please take me with you――I mean, San Francisco in the year 1967.
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