In general, this movie has grown on my aesthetic point. It is a wild, exotic, retro, and desperate beauty. It's burning, it's what Adonis said, "What is a rose? A head that grows to be beheaded." Tony Montana (Al Pacino) is this ignorant and ambitious rose, although it blooms in life, its posture is undiminished in death. He is wild, savage, and invincible; so everything he touched, his love, hatred, joy and sorrow came most directly and sharply, bloody.
Just like the theme song "Push it to the limit".
Perhaps this is the same logic as the violent aesthetics. The laborious life of a Cuban "hillie" is due to his unconscious English and gambler-like behavior, which has become so. Rich and mellow, with a long aftertaste. It can be said that there is a kind of wonderful tension, which tears up all my previous obsessions with lines Fu Hui, like a kiss of a wild beast to remove the packaging of the pseudo-civilization of mankind.
Al Pacino is so shining, you can't ignore his acting skills, so you can't ignore the character of this character. He is like a tank, he is not walking through life, he is marching on. If we listened to him about our "doing things", he would definitely say "f**k you". He is someone who dared to dream big from the beginning, and since the moment he escaped from the prison to the hot land of freedom, he has been pursuing everything he wants. His attitude towards everything is the same as that of women. He doesn't like vulgar fans. He only wants the tiger, the best thing he can see at a glance. And he will get it too.
He is like an extreme hypothesis. What if we were never afraid of losing? What if we do whatever it takes? What if we faced our own desires directly and dreamed without censorship and restrictions? This is the beauty promised by Freedom to all. As long as you have such ambitions.
But most people are just Manny, contented and happy, not loving the country and the beauty. Also cringe like me, can't help loving this desperate enthusiasm. To live wisely and roundly is certainly a smooth life; but a life of madness and fullness is like the forbidden fruit of the Garden of Eden, and it is also charming. Starting from the dust, from the mud, from the bondage, Tony dared to slap everything on, pursuing his greatness and freedom.
He explained the sad background of the American Dream in his life. He has never received real respect, real love, because he can only cooperate and give in his own way, the kind of unwise, lonely, stubborn and stubborn way, the kind of straight ball of the hillbilly. For example, when I went to a Babylon Bar with Frank for the first time, Frank asked him how he was drinking, and he said "That's good, just as you say." Frank smiled. Later, he desperately fought for everything and wanted to keep it all, but the result was still the same. When Sosa was in trouble and seemed to help each other with him, he was still sent to kill. Sosa's rhetoric was intriguing, and he said it was embarrassing. (On the other hand, Tony has never thought about embarrassment in his entire life.) The director's camera angle is also very good at this time. All the other big shots are above Tony, watching him. Only Tony really started from scratch.
A similar thing happened between him and the woman. There are only a few stories about his dream of a small family, as if men were taught not to have too many children. But it's very touching.
Manny died lightly, giving people an inexplicable feeling of death like autumn leaves. My sister's calm breakdown here and the hysteria in the back are very heartbreaking. On the one hand, it is the sadness caused by the death of the person she loves; on the other hand, it is the helplessness of the person who loves her but was shunned by her. Love is not always justice, and the way of love is often more important than love itself. This is also a kind of non-freedom.
Tony here suddenly realized. People will always wake up, always regret, and always find that the untamed self has lost too much in the end. But before we realize it, we are still free. I chose an unfree life because I already knew that I could not stand these losses; but when I saw such an ardent and wild soul, I selfishly hoped that he would never die. His price is to lose everything. If it were not that he was about to reach the end of his life, I would be heartbroken for the person he lost, and for the free soul he was about to lose.
Here are some favorite lens languages.
Something about death:
Some (I understand) hints:
Some lines:
Give freedom to those who can't eat enough, what can you expect? He just wants money, just like how many years of evolution, we still can't refuse sweets. This is the economic foundation, the basic demand. What about after satisfaction? No one would think, ah, the feeling of "I exist" in the hard work, in those limitations. He will suddenly feel bored, disillusioned, and feel that he is living in a dream bubble. Who is to blame? Blame the money? Blame freedom?
All actions are like dream bubbles. If it is dew, it is like electricity, so watch it as it is.
"What are you looking at? You are a gang of three abusers. Do you want to know why? You didn't grow to be the people you want to be. You need me. To me, put the shit basin on my head. You are noble because of this. Is it? You can pull it down. You are just concealing and deceiving. I, there is nothing wrong with me, I just tell the truth, even if I lie."
He is just the spokesperson of human basic desires. He is just the chaos in the early Yuan Dynasty. No one does not love him, because he is a human being. And we, after wearing clothes for a long time, have forgotten that we were originally a mass of naked soft flesh.
Finally, their clothes are so beautiful! Wear textbooks.
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