than ten years old, my attitude is about young artists than it is now sufficient to some, than it is now more likely to be fooled by some words, such as fall again, such as a grand, such as the destruction, at that time I Buying all the movie magazines available on the market, I look for all the movies mentioned in the book. At that time, I watched "Purple Drunk and Gold Fan" because it was rock and roll and decadent, and all the keywords were longed for by me. So far, seven or eight years have passed since the first time I watched "Purple Drunk". During this period, I have talked to others about this film many times, but it is all trivial lace. All I remember are the changes in the male protagonist’s hairstyle and Yi Wan McCraig took off his leather pants and bounced on the stage.
Growth is such a wonderful thing. After watching this film again, I sincerely thank you for the improvement in my understanding after so many years. When I was in my teens, I was fascinated by the argument: I don't need to understand, I just need to invest. As a 20-something, I finally have the ability to feel the joy of understanding. However, the price of having fun in understanding is that I have changed from "those people" to "those people" over the years, and most of the emotions in the movie itself come from the struggle between the two kinds of people looking at each other.
The newspaper reporter who strung the main line in the film, when he was young, saw the male host announce Ryan on TV, and said excitedly to his parents: "That's me!" For the audience that this movie was born into, the reporter in the movie is so ordinary and unsightly, and his pale face is so red with nostalgia, and there are spots of freckles. When he picked Brian records in the record store, That kind of lack of confidence made him look almost obscene, and then he saw Brian, the brilliant Brian, Brian accepted a TV interview and provocatively said to reporters: "Because rock music is a bitch", he was excited Shaking all over, he said to his unknown parents, "That's me! I think so." Brian's bright and graceful scenes, he walked out the door and took off his jacket, and joined the young people who were quickly swept by glam rock. He raised his head proudly, like saying to everyone: "That's me."
When you were young, if you ever suffered from such an undesirable sense of identity, if you were also moved by a frivolous slogan, you can probably understand the happiness, and the happiness at that time is like the warmth in March. Walking on the ice in the early spring sunshine, I only know that the sun is gentle and the steps are brisk, and I don’t know the soles of my feet, which may be engulfed at any time.
And Brian, who is enshrined by people, is his loneliness? At outdoor concerts, wearing a purple dress with long golden hair covering most of his face, singing a song lonely and conceited: "Simply light up/candle burning/it burns a lot for me/I am weak. ...Someone called me Sebastian/someone called me Sebastian/designed the escort/give me the beat/calmed me down, you are mine/we all know/your Persian eyes are shining/you His lips glowed blue like rubies." Boos from the audience were everywhere.
Then this long hair was cut, then short hair, then short hair dyed blue, then took off the purple dress, then narrow suit, then high waist pants and red velvet. He is the hottest rock star after the Beatles. The world has changed for him, but Brian has never walked proudly on the street happily. He is an idol, the one looked up to, and countless people are looking for projections on him, but what about him?
Understanding that era, understanding glam rock, usually gives me a feeling of intertwined cold and hot—you have blood and honey on your lips, and you wore a coat of 30 million feathers to the streets and weep without warning, fragile And surly geniuses.
That era and Brian of that era were "those people." London swarmed so many colors overnight. The hippies of love and peace did not save the world. In the 1970s, there was a kind of self-defeating happiness, implying destruction. determination. After that, the director arranged for Brian to die in a suspended animation at the concert and continue to live in people's vision as another meteor superstar, praising the president with joy. I once refused to know David Bowie because he was nicknamed "Rock Chameleon". At that time, I thought that leaving was betrayal. A person must always exist in the world in one color-just like "The Purple Drunkard" As preached. Actually? In fact, liking red today and liking blue tomorrow will really lead to the disillusionment of the outlook on life?
When I was a teenager, I used to read the famous sentence of the who: "I am willing to die before I grow old." There are people on my QQ who read this sentence with me at that time. Sometimes, we Now that I was cautiously inquiring about each other, I wondered if the tragic youngsters would end up in the same place by different routes. I have also thought countless times that if I let my 17-year-old come to my 22-year-old appointment, it would be arrogant. At that time, I hoped to die before becoming the self I am now. For me, the person who exists now is actually another person. The more mainstream, the more cunning, the derogatory words that I once thought gradually showed the commendatory meaning in the growth. The 17-year-old I would not recognize each other, then the 22-year-old I at least knew the meaning of this change-"Zizujin Fan" Where is the director of "? How about a director who added such a deliberate ending to Brian. At that time, was he "these people" or "those people"?
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