Seeing a movie in Europe is cheaper than eating out. I indulged in the atmosphere of the cinema—not luxurious but comfortable, the black space, the velvet curtain, and the dendritic wall lights that light up at the end, all felt detached and ambiguous.
In fact, the free ticket I got corresponds to "Crossing Siberia". This one should be good too. At the beginning, there is a shocking scene of a train crossing the mountains and wilderness; but it was darker. In order to maintain a good mood, I slipped to the next hall to watch "Barcelona" .
Woody Allen's new film is a love poem for Barcelona, and a full range of sensory enjoyment for the audience: wild beauties in the orange light of southern Europe, the city full of charm under the camera, the beautiful Bossa Nova... It is a wild sunshine in the stagnant winter in Germany.
After reading it, the word that comes to my mind the most is "passion". The word "passion", like "erotica," is ambiguous and embodies different levels of understanding. For example, the sign placed at the entrance of the yellow video hall can write "passion xx", and people will also talk about the passion of art and the passion of ideals.
But in the final analysis, it is a desire to overflow from the body, even to explode. It’s just that the desire for the previous level is easily satisfied, and the latter level will soon be desired. For example, people who are in estrus in their youth feel thrilled when they occasionally touch the body of the opposite sex, but when they become adults, they may not be satisfied or even cold after talking about n many loves; for example, when they are young, they feel that as long as there is love, the rest of the world Anyone can fall, and after "adult", they will pay attention to things like social status, and there will be no pure love; and when they have all these things, people will still not be able to. Satisfaction, like the heroine Vicky in the movie.
Vicky is such a timid but unwilling woman who can only rely on YY to live her life, representing many middle-class women with affluent lives. When a friend boldly "hooked" Latin lover Juan, he was full of delusions of persecution; but when he found that Juan was really amazing and perfect, he showed a slander. But Vicky's affair is only a short episode after all, destined to marry a boring but warm person, facing the long calm days, not reconciled, but unable to rely on.
I used to watch European films with a literary style and listen to foreign music in China. I was moved by the unusual commotion and unexplainable loneliness. I thought it was called "resonance"; only after I came to Germany did I realize that Westerners live a good life. It's so good that I can't sympathize with their delicate "pain". Just like the pain of urban petty bourgeoisie will never be sympathized by children in the countryside who have no money to go to school. Christina, Maria, and Juan can be overjoyed, tangled and tossed in such a beautiful old house yard, bursting with wild inspiration. But like us, having such a place to live is probably only for "hehe" giggle.
Excessive enthusiasm must always flow into a form, just like the rushing magma to find an outlet, this outlet may be love, it may be some kind of art. People who don't find an outlet tend to get mad, and those who have experienced it will understand that it's impossible to settle in a form, like Christina, the protagonist I like, who is strong in execution, has tried unfettered love, and is in and out of love. Juan Maria discovered her talent in getting along with photography (she thought she had a lot to express, but she had no talent). But after experiencing all this shock and envy, Vicky simply left, hit the road, and pursued "something else". Just like Maria shouted, dissatisfaction, dissatisfaction is a kind of disease!
By the way, I think the actress Scarlett is very special: there is a kind of solid sexy and civilian temperament.
View more about Vicky Cristina Barcelona reviews
