Life is a drama

Watching certain dishes requires a specific atmosphere. For example, in the middle of the night, the curtains are tightened to suppress the trembling of the street when the truck is roaring, and the thick blanket is wrapped to block the damp chill, but sometimes you find other than that. It is also necessary to stock up some food and wine that can stimulate the taste buds and make the stomach squirm happily, especially at the beginning, holding the remote control, flexing the legs and watching the "I served the King of England" in a chair, but the lens is in the same direction. In the long, slightly ridiculous, calm narrative, a warm and drooping pink sausage appears ruthlessly: "My whole life, I only yearn to be a millionaire, but before I become a rich man, I just want to be at the train station. Selling sausages.” On weekdays, sausages and hams are only taken into their arms when they are hungry, and the appetite does not come from their slightly technical blending of red meat with spices and starch. Is it the pink color swaying under the light or the dark red light that slightly lifted their buttocks and hit my eyes, just like the posters of Fellini's movies with a large and large exposed busty woman and a noisy train station. There is a clamor: everyone will have ham and green beans.

Love Hrabal, so I made infinite guesses before, and I was relieved that after watching it, it did not disappoint me, even if it did not have a particularly surprising shot, it allowed me to review the "Tin Drum" in the process of watching the movie. Absurdly thinking of the roses dotted on the female body in "American Beauty" moved Chaplin's tearful laughter and recalled that the history teacher once said that the excellent blood of the Kangba man made Hitler's heart moved. I originally liked those wise narrative voices bursting with the savoury simplicity behind the light and shadow, so I switched emotions and fluently in the joking, ridicule and peaceful, documentary atmosphere created by the two spaces of the present and memory. And natural. The whole movie watching is not as easy as the sausage at the beginning: he would lie on the ground looking for coins in spite of his dignity, but spend a lot of money and indulge in food and drink. Mr. Skshvanka, who was sick and could only order garlic bread and tea, was taken away by soldiers for defending the dignity of the Czech nation. Yang Dite struggled to catch up with the train but was unable to pass the sandwich held high in his hand to the confined in the carriage or to the concentration camp. Suffering man, Lisa stared at the portrait of the head of state with solemnity while creating a next generation of good blood with Yang Dite on the bed...Sorrow and fear always hit me inadvertently, until the narrator was still faint and smiled. Picking up the beer in hand, tell me: People often become a real person in accidents, when they collapse, derail, or become out of order. As told me at the beginning of the movie: my happiness often comes from the misfortunes I have encountered.

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