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Nostalghia (1983)
The life of those who could understand Soviet jokes
The life of those who could understand Soviet jokes
Lions have the glory of lions, and not-so-cute kittens have the glory of not-so-cute kittens.
Film, as a language of art, technically removes the constraints of time, space, ideology, social class. Realizing the true equality of all beings, put them all on the screen to be judged by a God's-eye view of the audience. The poet and the madman, the true lover and the wife in need of responsibility, the mountains of reality and the sandbox of running water, there's no difference here.
Someone who uses the language of film to tell a very suspense story and turns out to be a very gentle inside. Like the Sherlock Season 4 I've been watching for these days, that ended up as Natsume's Book of Friends.
Someone who writes poetry in film, with connotations that touch on root wounds that never been talked about. Mother's comfort and the coniferous forests of childhood, for those people never talk about them, the drink is smooth but has a delayed kick. Those one who care about social welfare, inflation in everyday life, that is the only way they know how to survive.
A poet from the Siberian steppe, telling a complete life of a man who could understand Soviet jokes. And with his long lens, he organized the meticulously planned photographs. Giving a speech form a madman, and a Perspective from a poet who was standing naked on stage. In that Clarity way, Andrei Tarkovsky tell all of their lifetime, all the encounters and pursuits:
A mother, offering a sweet worm nest for lifetime. A wife, as knowledgeable as nursing diapered kids, capably commanding the earth to revolve around. Three own kids, as toys or dogs, to playing house with.
Life is bitter, so bitter that there's no time to deal with same species around us. Wife, lover, kids, passer, there's no time for their universe, or default they're just NPCs.
Merlin's beard, why current human language and education can't replenish the function of the missing half of the Y-chromosome? Just made male human beings could be a bit of grown up. Oh, woman are different, they can grown-up by whelp. Come on, earth can't have coniferous forests forever. You have been Safe and sound in Italy. Doesn't Meltemi's civilization resources smell good? Doesn't Old Baths of St. Catherine rejuvenating? Can't Domiziana Giordano bosom Burying your face? How does these compare with going back to Siberia, and stand on stage with your bare arse?
You see, the same story, If it were up to me, I'd have to get by with grumbles and complaints, just live on. Andrei Tarkovsky made this different, at lest the hero is the only human, he care about his universe, it's epic inception.
After struggling with insomnia for a long time, I return to the primitive scenes of my childhood, I started math again, but there are still no empty rooms or toilets. In that dream, I have become a completely different person from who I was in my childhood, who imagined thousands of possibilities in the future, but none of them have a little relative with todays' reality.
Living in the bottom of a lake under the Abbey of San Galgano, with childhood home environment, far away form wife, lover and kids, companion with a loyal dog, must the happy and epic end of all the man who could understand Soviet jokes.
What a merciful art.
Nostalghia (1983)
The life of those who could understand Soviet jokes
The life of those who could understand Soviet jokes
Lions have the glory of lions, and not-so-cute kittens have the glory of not-so-cute kittens.
Film, as a language of art, technically removes the constraints of time, space, ideology, social class. Realizing the true equality of all beings, put them all on the screen to be judged by a God's-eye view of the audience. The poet and the madman, the true lover and the wife in need of responsibility, the mountains of reality and the sandbox of running water, there's no difference here.
Someone who uses the language of film to tell a very suspense story and turns out to be a very gentle inside. Like the Sherlock Season 4 I've been watching for these days, that ended up as Natsume's Book of Friends.
Someone who writes poetry in film, with connotations that touch on root wounds that never been talked about. Mother's comfort and the coniferous forests of childhood, for those people never talk about them, the drink is smooth but has a delayed kick. Those one who care about social welfare, inflation in everyday life, that is the only way they know how to survive.
A poet from the Siberian steppe, telling a complete life of a man who could understand Soviet jokes. And with his long lens, he organized the meticulously planned photographs. Giving a speech form a madman, and a Perspective from a poet who was standing naked on stage. In that Clarity way, Andrei Tarkovsky tell all of their lifetime, all the encounters and pursuits:
A mother, offering a sweet worm nest for lifetime. A wife, as knowledgeable as nursing diapered kids, capably commanding the earth to revolve around. Three own kids, as toys or dogs, to playing house with.
Life is bitter, so bitter that there's no time to deal with same species around us. Wife, lover, kids, passer, there's no time for their universe, or default they're just NPCs.
Merlin's beard, why current human language and education can't replenish the function of the missing half of the Y-chromosome? Just made male human beings could be a bit of grown up. Oh, woman are different, they can grown-up by whelp. Come on, earth can't have coniferous forests forever. You have been Safe and sound in Italy. Doesn't Meltemi's civilization resources smell good? Doesn't Old Baths of St. Catherine rejuvenating? Can't Domiziana Giordano bosom Burying your face? How does these compare with going back to Siberia, and stand on stage with your bare arse?
You see, the same story, If it were up to me, I'd have to get by with grumbles and complaints, just live on. Andrei Tarkovsky made this different, at lest the hero is the only human, he care about his universe, it's epic inception.
After struggling with insomnia for a long time, I return to the primitive scenes of my childhood, I started math again, but there are still no empty rooms or toilets. In that dream, I have become a completely different person from who I was in my childhood, who imagined thousands of possibilities in the future, but none of them have a little relative with todays' reality.
Living in the bottom of a lake under the Abbey of San Galgano, with childhood home environment, far away form wife, lover and kids, companion with a loyal dog, must the happy and epic end of all the man who could understand Soviet jokes.
What a merciful art.
Wu wen xi dong (2018)
final word of PRC director
Li Fangfang's level of story writing was good enough to rival that of Liu Haoran and Tan Songyun later on in Seventeen Don't Cry Li Chen and Hao Lei 20 years ago. Even then Hao Lei was a more independent and well-developed character than Tan Songyun. Li Chen's performance was more solemn and deeper than Liu Haoran's. For me, as a fan of the director 20 years ago, I was very pleased to see the school's Tsinghua's School Day Theme Film. Even if the film has problems controlling the many story lines, considered in its central spirit, it is still a masterpiece of the third generation of directors.
The first generation, directed I think by Zhang Shichuan, when the world's film technology was taking off, ensured that this craft was something we could do ourselves. They had all the commercial elements, the technical skills, and their own plotting and storytelling skills.
The second generation of Ang Lee, in terms of craft, has not changed from the first generation's position at the world level, except that it has gradually been able to cut into its own spiritual and philosophical ideas, which is the beginning of a real expression of itself.
The third generation would be those from around the 1970s, one coming from among Lu Chuan, Huang Bo and Ning Hao. Together with Li Fangfang, this is the best era. They grew up in families where they didn't have to worry about food, they grew up with Japanese Astro Boy, American Disney, their own Black Cat Sheriff, and when they reached university they could again just open up all kinds of current 404 pages. Their environment was, objectively speaking, the best 30 years in the 300 years of their country. They have perfectly avoided all the minefields of bullying at the national level, and have felt the strength and responsibility at the national level commensurate with their size.
So when these people look at the past, it is very rare to be able to look objectively and calmly at these past 300 years and face up to the help they have encountered and the stupid things they have done.
So Wang Lihong's life, educated by Michelle in Kunming and killed when he hadn't even thought his life through, is almost prophetic of Tsinghua's finest students and teachers. And then Wang Lihong's people drive planes in the 1930s, Huang's people made missiles in the 1950s, watched tank in the 1980s, and still think about trying to develop the economy to give hope to those who come after them as the new century turns the page. So you see, Chen Chang's character is a man who was quiet in his speech. If he had spoken about the things he did at school at the same age, you wouldn't have seen this film.1989 is one of the worlds you shouldn't be mention in PRC. You see, when you look at the film here, you feel that even if you are not lucky enough to reach this level, you still wish you had the courage to join them and fill the void in this country with your life. Even if such courage, in the end, it was Zhang Zhen who said to every onlooker: Guess.
The later post-80s and post-90s don't have the same luck. Even if they have the same courage as hero, they still have to considered this: In the 30s, were there any Agarwood & Ge ware bowls in your house; in the 50s, were there any Lang kiln red in your teachers' office that was used to insert feather duster for it's lid broken; in contemporary times, are there any offices worth hiding bottles of good wine.
So the fragmented information brought by the internet can make it difficult to take in systematic knowledge. After the fragmented information is controlled by a lot of entertainment and direction, the more the leeks that come out meet the national standard of consumption. So there won't be any fourth or fifth generation directors anywhere. That's the final word of PRC director.
Admire your courage and envy your luck.