In the dark night, I look up at the sky with colorful lights flowing and shining / When I wake up, I am amazed that the sky can be colorful. This is a real childhood dream that I have never forgotten. And the psychedelic images in the film "Making Woodstock" once again aroused my distant associations. I admire Ang Lee. Across different countries and cultures, the story remains familiar and unmarked. Whether it is the subtle and forbearance of the Chinese in "Food and Man", the rich British flavor in "Sense and Sensibility", or the roughness and delicacy of American cowboys in "Brokeback Mountain", it is hard to imagine that these are all from the same Chinese director. hand. I've heard of this movie before, but I just watched it recently. Just watched it once and liked it. Because there are some free, indulgent, psychedelic, and lonely feelings that pervade for a long time, like a lingering sound. I want to capture these erratic vague feelings and turn them into casual words, so I don't want to read them a second time before that. A movie doesn’t have to be perfect to be likable, but it may be enough to have one place that moves people’s hearts. Like "American Hustle," I've fallen for the music at the beginning. In this film, those psychedelic and magnificent pictures are surprising and admirable. The three young people lay in the van after taking drugs, watching the pattern on the roof deform, melt, twist, and flow, entering a fantasy world and indulging in it. Walking out of the carriage, standing on a high place, looking at the blurred crowds and lights in the low-lying places in the distance, it slowly turned into ten thousand stars, and then turned into a bright galaxy, and finally the aurora dazzled there. Elliott looked at all the illusory light and shadow in front of him and burst into tears. The freedom and uninhibitedness shown everywhere in the whole film can be said to be very "American". It was a musical extravaganza and free revelry for young American hippies in the late 1960s. That unusual weekend, tens of thousands of people flocked from all over the country to fill the obscure town. All kinds of people, etc., all appeared. In addition to hippies, there are nuns, journalists, police officers, homosexuals, addicts, liars, speculators... Young couples in the bushes make love during the day, amateur drama actors on the stage show their teeth and dance claws in the nude, men and women drink and dance in small hotels Noisy all night. People who are in it are infected by the wonderful atmosphere, revel in revelry, get carried away, as if this is a paradise, as if the joy can never stop. The Elliott family has also quietly changed. Mom took advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune and greedily hid stacks of banknotes. Dad is usually cowardly and taciturn, but he uses his fists to rudely drive away people who take advantage of the fire. What about Elliott? Not only did he bravely come out of the closet amid the cheers of the dancing crowd, but he also had a subtle change in his heart. He loves his parents very much. On the phone, he also told his sister that he was the one most favored by his parents. In fact, he was convincing himself. He quit his job as a designer in New York and went back to town to help his parents run a dismal motel. However, these few days of indulgent carnival, as if the beast broke through the cage. He does not want to sacrifice himself for honoring his parents. When he saw his mother sleeping soundly among the scattered banknotes, he finally made up his mind. She has been secretly hiding the money. Is her excuse to keep herself by her side, is she stingy, or is she selfish? Eliot asked his father "How can you bear her for 40 years?" "Because I love her". In a simple sentence, it contains the ups and downs of life, like the huge energy lurking in the deep sea, hidden and invisible. Soon the festival ended, and the crowds began to fade like a flood. With exhaustion, everyone stepped into reality step by step and left this small town called a foreign land. Everything is short-lived and brilliant like a fantasy. Elliott's heart also followed the young crowd, away from this small town, away from his parents, and flew away. That morning, when his mother was still asleep, he bid farewell to his father. Woodstock, for thousands of young people, is a fantasy after all, and after that, they can only search hard in their memories, the gradually drifting and dimming unruly youth. For Elliott, however, the opposite may be true. Soon the festival ended, and the crowds began to fade like a flood. With exhaustion, everyone stepped into reality step by step and left this small town called a foreign land. Everything is short-lived and brilliant like a fantasy. Elliott's heart also followed the young crowd, away from this small town, away from his parents, and flew away. That morning, when his mother was still asleep, he bid farewell to his father. Woodstock, for thousands of young people, is a fantasy after all, and after that, they can only search hard in their memories, the gradually drifting and dimming unruly youth. For Elliott, however, the opposite may be true. Soon the festival ended, and the crowds began to fade like a flood. With exhaustion, everyone stepped into reality step by step and left this small town called a foreign land. Everything is short-lived and brilliant like a fantasy. Elliott's heart also followed the young crowd, away from this small town, away from his parents, and flew away. That morning, when his mother was still asleep, he bid farewell to his father. Woodstock, for thousands of young people, is a fantasy after all, and after that, they can only search hard in their memories, the gradually drifting and dimming unruly youth. For Elliott, however, the opposite may be true.
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