"The Postman"-simple, a melancholy fishing net

Thurman 2022-01-07 15:54:23

Is that year I don’t know where it came from in winter? From the river? when and where? It’s not the sound, it’s not the language, it’s not the street I walked on. It’s from the long night. Enlightenment from a messenger. Even though he has no face, it touches me. It’s

not Kevin Costner’s [Postman], nor Jack. Nicholson’s [The Postman only knocks on the door twice] is the story of the friendship between the Italian [The Postman], a fisherman’s son and the great poet Neruda.
If it weren't for [The Postman] to be named [Previous Courtship Incident], if it hadn't been for seeing this as an Italian movie, I might have passed it by. Love + Italy immediately reminded me of the Sicilian trilogy and [Beautiful Life]. Therefore, I am puzzled. Italians who eat third-rate black pepper beef tenderloin spaghetti can make first-class movies, while Chinese people who can make first-rate eight cuisines can only make third-rate movies.
So, what about love + China? This is a very serious question, like you ask the waiter in a restaurant what is "Guan Gong vs. Qin Qiong", and then she tells you that it is tomato scrambled eggs.
What I want to make clear is that [Postman] was named [previously publicized courtship event], which is very characteristic of China. For example, [Feng Breast Fat Buttocks] is actually a reality-critical novel; for example, "Zhu Yin Crazy Passionately Excited Breast Excitement" is actually not visible except for the shoulders, even the roots of the armpit hair.
It seems to be far away.
[Postman], the story comes from a real historical theme. The great South American poet Neruda fled to Salina in Italy because of political asylum. He therefore got to know a postman who delivered letters to him, Mario, the son of a local fisherman. Mario admires the great poet Neruda very much, and learns how to dance with the master every time he delivers letters. Later, Mario fell in love with the niece of the tavern owner, the most beautiful girl on the island. He used Neruda's poem to write a love letter to the girl, and finally got the girl's love. Soon, the great poet returned to his motherland, Chile, and Mario supported the poet as always. When Mario was willing to recite a poem dedicated to Neruda at a workers' rally, he was suppressed by the military and police, and was unfortunately killed.
Italy has Ferrari, Lamborghini, Giorgio Armani, and Versace, but the movies in this country like to play bicycles + secret love + soil is squeezed. The Mediterranean Sea is too deep, deep enough to submerge the entire Mount Everest, deep, so melancholy.
From [Paradise Cinema] to [The Beautiful Legend of Sicily] to [Beautiful Life], and then to [Postman], men are all cats and dogs, crooked melons and jujubes. I even doubt whether all the handsome men in Italy will go there. After playing football, no matter how bad it is, I become a model. Only when my grandma doesn't care for the dog left by my uncle, will I go to make a movie.
However, the Mediterranean Sea is beautiful enough, with white houses, bluestone roads, small fishing boats, small squares full of pigeons and light dust, and the sunset in the town that never seems to fall. Who cares if a postman who delivers letters for a living has Arnold's breasts and Brad Pitt's face?
Mario, a young man in the countryside, who was squeezed out of the soil, rode a bicycle back and forth between the poet's apartment and the town. For him, it was the shortest way from reality to dream. He admired the poet Neruda so much that Neruda's way of addressing his lover, and a short poem that he read casually, made the young man tremble with excitement. So much so that the originally crude country guy said to the poet that I seemed to be dizzy in the rush of words.
At this moment, he could not go back. The brilliance of the thoughts of a generation of poets burned this young man beyond recognition. He was destined to be born as a farmer and die in poetry.
When a simple person is addicted to a certain belief or pursuit, the enthusiasm he puts in and the dedication he shows are often pure and even paranoid. As a result, Mario became the only intellectual on the island, and as he wished, he got the eye-watering, passionate beauty. However, the poet Neruda was leaving. When the poet described homesickness with vicissitudes and nostalgia on his face, the young man could only conceal the sadness in his eyes with a strong smile, like a melancholy fishing net.
Before the poet left, he promised Mario that he would write to him. The simple country guy was very happy. Unfortunately, this great friendship in his eyes may be nothing more than a ferry ticket in the eyes of the great poet. To his death, Mario did not receive a letter from the great poet himself. A great poet may have broken his promise countless times in his life. How did he know that, once, he has made a young man in a foreign country full of sadness.
The west wind urges the fall of the phoenix trees, and the fall of the phoenix trees, autumn and loneliness.
Gu Long said that loneliness and loneliness are suitable for thinking. The sad Mario lost the poet's friendship and the poet's brilliance of thought. He was melancholy more Mediterranean than the Mediterranean, and he was as lonely as that untrustworthy bicycle.
Mario decided to record the eight voices of his hometown and send it to the great poet in order to fulfill his promise. The clouds in the hometown, the sea in the hometown, the wind in the hometown, the stars in the hometown, and the bells in the hometown. The real voice recorded the ordinary and great friendship between Kojima Youth and the poet Neruda. Mario surpassed the poet at this moment. He is the illegitimate son of all romanticism. To his death, he always believed that the great poet would remember him. He said that he hoped that the poet would be proud of himself.
Time flies, many years later Neruda returned to the Mediterranean, back to the quiet island that year. At this time, the scene remains the same, and the old man is no longer there. Mario's recording of the past years echoed in his ears. Walking on the familiar beach, the old man burst into tears.
The soundtrack of an Italian movie is always as cheerful as a country road, but inadvertently, it penetrates your crossbow with inexplicable sadness!
It ends with a very literary tone, the past is not as good as the smoke, and the blue is not lonely.

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Extended Reading
  • Kale 2022-03-21 09:02:40

    Poets and poetry, the life of literature and art, give the film a deeper and more beautiful meaning, such a beautiful film

  • Rosemary 2022-01-07 15:54:23

    Her smile is like a butterfly flying, and her breasts are like two burning fires-stealing poems, courting, and succeeding.

The Postman quotes

  • Mario Ruoppolo: If you make this much of a fuss about one poem, you're never going to win that Nobel Prize.

  • Donna Rosa: When a man starts to touch you with words, he's not far off with his hands.