watching another one... Look at this Before the movie, I decided that it would definitely not have many amazing features, but it was pleasing to the eye—this is tradition; it is the same no matter which director does it—this is the power of tradition. A classic movie always tempts you like a tactful art song. It has a smooth narrative, soft light, and each shot is arranged with sufficient precision. Just like reading a novel, it maintains a restrained panoramic distance from all living beings. The sunlight gleaming on the leaves, the slender shadows, the nervous tousled hair of poor children, and the tangible beards of rich old men. You have enough time to see all this. The color palette and lighting arrangement are as delicate as the brushes of classical painters. The long flow of narrative music, the unique ups and downs of string and wind music, sometimes such a sound makes people feel compassionate. All this leads you through every corner of the stale text and the stale world. You won’t be stunned, but you won’t forget it easily.
The boy's eyes were very melancholy, and his interpretation of the original work was just right. In the end, I was shaken by the integrity, kindness and compassion contained in such a thin and young body.
Still timeless, still those old sketches, those old lines.
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