alley

Pearl 2022-04-19 09:02:56

People will not have a certain complex for no reason, it should be based on a certain experience in the past. I've never been able to understand why I have a crush on dirty, narrow, lively streets. This kind of place is always associated with chaotic life, ignorant closed, aggressive and aggressive residents. This makes me question my own taste. But every time I see that noisy alley, there is inexplicable kindness and love.

The cramped corridors, steep steps, and the walls of the corridors are covered with torn advertisements and posters. Multicolored lightbox signboards and flashing neon. At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the row of snack bars full of people was steaming hot, the fans whirling, and the dazzling pale fluorescent lamps. At closing time, the sound of rolling shutters falling one after another in the empty streets. There is also a skinny uncle wearing a white undershirt and swinging a fan, a fat and acerbic aunt, a rogue ruffian with tattoos on his arms, and a red-light district woman with black fishnet socks and low-quality high-heeled shoes. Like a kaleidoscope of warm colored fragments. There is a world of fireworks, the ambiguous warmth of men and women who eat and drink.



Rewatched Fallen Angels yesterday. My favorite is that part. Takeshi Kaneshiro pried open other people's closed stores in the middle of the night to do business. Diligently doing a Thai massage for a piece of pork. Forcibly invited the long-haired man to eat ice cream, made him a huge flame ice cream, and took the long-haired man's family for a drive.

Stupidly long white ice cream trucks drive through the streets of Hong Kong late at night. There were few pedestrians and passing vehicles, and there were faint lights like fireflies in the rooms of the roadside buildings.

Intoxicated by the breeze, Takeshi Kaneshiro looked childishly satisfied and happy.

I instantly remembered countless Hong Kong movies that I had seen during my five years of elementary school.

Every winter and summer in elementary school, I live with my grandmother's parents for a while. Watching a TV station that broadcasts Hong Kong movies 24 hours a day, for a primary school student, many movies are not understood at all, and they gradually forget.

Memory works amazingly. Sometimes it exists in a non-existent form. A lot of repetition early on leaves a deep imprint on the brain. Even with the passage of time, these experiences seem to have never existed. But they never disappeared, they just became subconscious. Or sublimated into inspiration, or internalized into a complex.

The humid, sultry, depressing, chaotic, and trying to live feeling of the noisy streets is highly consistent with the style of Hong Kong films in the 1990s, which depicted a lot of little people struggling to survive. Makes me feel very familiar.

So there is a sense of security.

I think so.

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Extended Reading
  • Rachelle 2022-02-07 14:50:35

    1. On the surface, it is Wong Kar-wai's most comedic film, but inside it is still sad and lonely: a sense of alienation so far away, an indelible memory. 2. With ultra-wide-angle mirrors (such as Li Jiaxin masturbating and smoking in restaurants), mesh narrative, oblique composition, hand-held and a large number of mirror reflections highlight the emptiness, imbalance and self-pity of people on the edge of the city. 3. Talking about clothes (hangers) is the same as overdue stalks [Chongqing Forest]. 4. Massage the pig, video of the father. (9.0/10)

  • Ivy 2022-03-20 09:02:55

    This film makes Takeshi Kaneshiro speak out and tells a sobering truth: handsome people can be forgiven no matter what they do.

Fallen Angels quotes

  • [first lines]

    The Killer's Agent: Are we still partners?

    Wong Chi-Ming: [voiceover] We've been business partners for nearly three years. This is the first time we've ever sat together. We hardly ever see each other. I know how hard it is for a man to control his passion. Partners shouldn't get emotionally involved with each other.

  • Wong Chi-Ming: [after being bitten by Blondie] Why?

    Punkie: [sobbing] I've left my mark, okay? You may forget my face, but you won't forget my bite.