legend has always been added to the spread of the population, stripped of the truth in the milling of time. A legend, there can be no definite characters, no The conclusive plot, everyone is a dragon, each version has only one oar, ferrying the circle in the sticky time. The beautiful legend of Sicily, this is a story that happened in a precise place, but the protagonist, man is missing People are like dragons, and the protagonist is not so much "Marina" as "beauty" itself.
When I first saw it, I felt that the protagonist was a boy riding a bicycle. From the very beginning, the boy had been entangled with his father. I’m not a child wearing shorts, I should wear trousers like an adult. Every suggestion is in a tumultuous jump, irritable father, petting mother, neurotic sister, unique Italian rhythm Betting every accent on the penultimate syllable, interspersed in the beginning of the film, it seems like a humorous poem of Shanghai intertwined in shades of green --- bouncing on a bustling young and middle-aged bicycle, penetrating in with a young person's attitude Crowd.
Bicycles like three to five are interspersed in every gate arch, every stone bridge, every alley in the ancient town, just to make casual encounters---Marlena. The lustful men stop As she gave her the most greedy kiss, the boy’s bicycle was only creaking and turning around in the alleys of Sicily, and then thrown to the side of the road. They quietly watched her passing by, from appearing, passing , To leave. Then jump on the bicycle, speeding to the next intersection where she will appear.
"How did the fate get together? It just passed by, and then the silk rope was tied. "
Then there is the famous segment of the film, which interprets the man’s sexual fantasy to the extreme. From Hollywood movies to myths and legends, from the randomness in the school to the bed where the vines surround the rhythm of the teenager. Qian Zhongshu said in "Cats" that the number of women in the hearts of eighteen or nineteen-year-old boys without a girlfriend is often comparable to the number of the emperor's thirty-six palaces. In this film, it is undoubtedly from a mark that takes root and sprouts ingenious laughter, thousands of styles. She is chaste and unyielding, and passionate like fire. She is the light of life and the fire of sin.
When the news of Malena's husband's death came, as Malena fell step by step, the film began to climax. And the young man also transformed in the tragedy of a woman who had never spoken. He wants to tell her that I will stay with you when she is crying bitterly. He prayed and asked you to protect her. He saw Malena being raped by a lawyer in the tree by the window of her house, she fell and broke her arm. So he went to church and interrupted the hand of St. Peter's plaster with his plaster hand. He spit in the glass of the man who coveted her. But he couldn't prevent Malina, who had lost her financial resources and was impoverished, turned into a prostitute, a prostitute, and was eventually expelled.
At the end of the film, Ronaldo did two things directly and indirectly related to Malena, which was the last help of a boy. A few years later, he wrote to tell Malena's disabled husband who returned home where she had taken the train. When this desolate woman returned to Sicily with her disabled husband, in a "random encounter" in the market, he faced her for the first time and picked up the orange she had fallen on the ground. He said thank you. The boy jumped on the bicycle and looked back while swaying. The loose trouser legs are wrapped around the calf, I don't know if he grows too fast.
The narration is: Later, many women appeared in my life, and they asked in my arms: Will you remember me? But I know that she never asked the woman who kept me in mind for a lifetime. Malena.
Maybe every man has such a woman who remembers for a lifetime. It's not that you can't meet a good girl like her again, but you can only be younger once.
When I watched it for the second time, the protagonist was transformed into Malena. True to its name. Monica Belluzzi's wonderful interpretation is separated from the lines. At the same time I have to admire Tenatore's genius display technique. Every detail of the three images of Malena fits to the extreme. At the beginning, it was a white dress, black wavy hair, white high heels, a necklace on the chest is one point higher, the nun is the first point is a slut, the Mediterranean sun adds a translucent and ambiguous effect to the dress. In the crowd, Malena always lowers her eyebrows and raises her head, holding her own silent self-sufficiency-grapes, you can't eat it. Malena's being forced into a prostitution began with a high-profile change of glamour and sorrow. With short flaming hair (later dyed gold), a face with heavy makeup, and a black suit, she provocatively walked through the crowd and sat in the middle of them. She lowered her head, and then many men reached out to light her cigarettes. Malena is finally not a legend, because all the men who are impure in their dreams finally have a rightful chance. The legend has turned into an erotic story. Finally, when Malena returned to Sicily again, Tenatore changed her to short hair that lacked care, a large brown suit, old flat leather shoes, and walking outside. She walked through the crowd, low eyebrows but not. Hold your head up again. She came back, beauty is dead. The beauty of Malena did not fade when she was driven away by the jealous women, but went through a process of intact budding-blooming-withering, only to be killed with a tragic neck because of being accelerated. ---But how long can it be beautiful?
When I watched it for the third time, the protagonist actually went back to what Monica Belluzzi said-it was everyone. When Malena appeared in the square three times, everyone's reaction was classic. Every dragon set is in place. From jealous housewives, men who salivate and don't want to cause trouble, to prostitutes. Malena and Ronaldo can be described as two independent roles in the crowd. The old-fashioned Malena went to the market to buy groceries like all housewives. When she appeared, there was a subtle silence for a second, a mixture of suspicion, shame and tolerance. The women greeted her as if they were others, and gave her food. The disputes and hatred between women were so stale. Maybe their enemy is not Marlena, but Beauty. Malena returned to Sicily, and Ronaldo? Is he about to leave? Will he come back eventually?
The last time I watched it was at the beginning of the semester, I never had the opportunity to write this film review. I don’t know what the correct format of a film review looks like. A lot of the content has been lost, as if the legend itself, only left a kind of hazy beauty. I just remember the last time I put an old videotape in the player, and there was a heavy snowfall in Boston, and Sicily was lustful.
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