Zhang Yimou, an old broker, wanted to borrow a thirteen-year-old girl to tell the story, which not only caused confusion in the viewpoint of the whole film, but also made the film look particularly dirty.
This time it was really going to vomit.
PS Someone downstairs asked you how dare you represent the female audience without authorization, so I will take it without authorization, but if you can really like this movie as a female audience, what else can I say.
Let’s talk about this painstakingly shot, it’s a typical Zhang Yimou shot, let’s not talk about the thirteen hairpins being treated as complete objects of desire, just talking about visual pleasure, it’s too earthy, too reactionary, too Chinese symbols , too group gymnastics. For this scene of pimps with outdated aesthetics, I can even represent the male audience without authorization. At least I got goosebumps.
As for those who were accidentally moved and busy looking for sadness and art, history and feelings, that's where it all goes.
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