Address of this article: http://yanyuetian.yculblog.com/post.4076217060.html Comment author: Barb Original address: http://barb.cathayan.org/item/16/catid/4 Screenshot production: Baishui Foreword and afterword: Whitewater Preface:
I have seen someone commenting on this movie and said, "I feel a crime when I see the picture, but when I watch the movie, I really don't think it is a crime..."
If this is not love, why doesn't the adult Jie Lang think that what happened when he was 12 years old was violated! If this is not love, why does Jielang remember every bit of his time with Walt for 30 years! If it wasn't love, why did Jay Lang become a choreographer for Walt! If this is not love, why would Jielang write a dance for this emotion after 30 years! If this isn't love...
Watching "The Officer and the Boy", I didn't want to wake up for a long time, like a gentle dream floating in a foreign country, and like a certain old song floating on the top of the waves, "...you are so tender, give me A dream, roaming and rippling in the undulating waves, in your arms; it is you who are so affectionate, shaking my dream, lingering like every nameless wave in the sea, in your body..." Although, this The love that can smell the blue of the ocean echoes on the two boys.
It begins with choreographer Rudy Fontaine directing a group of children to dance, and the real world is so distinct, the colors are the eighties we are so familiar with - bright yellow, bright red, faded apple green, and in the children's exhausting movements, In any case, the choreographers were not satisfied with the effect of their dance, and everything seemed to be covered with dust. The female choreographer asked him, you can't be clear, what exactly do you want them to do?
Yes, what exactly do I want to do?
Rudy Fontaine returned to a distant dream, where time staggered, and he saw himself as a teenager. Hey, he stopped him, you can't urinate at the door of the house, the boy looked at him with bright eyes, and said, "You don't do this yourself." He walked straight to the big tree in front of the house. This is him thirty years ago, handsome, stubborn, as young as a dewy apple.
In 1944, the shadow of war stained Amsterdam, and the young mother sent Gee Lang to a remote seaside town to avoid the smoke of war. In the caravan that went away, a car with bright eyes, some people cried, and some people sneered viciously. The children in this car did not know the road ahead. At the adoption station in the seaside town, the children were taken away one by one, leaving only our beautiful boy Jie Lang and the slightly older, naughty, rude and mischievous Zhong. In the end, Zhong was also led away, and Jielang waited for a mature, serious, tall father in the empty room.
There are five people in the adoptive father's family, a mocking elder brother, a gentle elder sister, a kind mother, and a lovely little younger sister. A family who believes in Christ, eats and prays, and lives a simple and hard life, but there is no lack of warmth. But Jielang still couldn't get used to it. Even what they said was different from his own. The gloomy weather in this seaside town made him feel depressed.
Soon, a Canadian friendly force was stationed in the town, the Nazi flag was lowered to the cheers of the people, and those British soldiers lived in the original German camp. The people in the town were boiling. The Canadians not only brought hope of victory, but also brought unparalleled youth and enthusiasm. They even disguised themselves as women, put on a show for the people of the town, and danced Gene Kelly-style American dance.
If you are accustomed to the cool color of the dark blue, dark green, water, blue grass, green, gray and white of the sky, the green grass, and the reeds that are too tall, you will know how much this recreation of the soldiers will be like a dream. Gentle and bright, with warmth, it makes you feel like a flower in your heart like the girls in the town.
In the lively sailor dance, perhaps his dance moves were the most moving—the young officer who once wore Lei Peng glasses, walked up to Jielang and asked him if he wanted chocolate. Jielang drank the Coke bottle empty in his hand, separated by the shadows and the youthful enthusiasm of the girls and boys, and it was Walt's eyes staring deeply at him.
So there was a dance between the two of them in the dim light of the room, a dance of the officer and his little prince; Walt said to Jeron, "don't be scared, I'll be here, I'll take care of you". This is how love appears. He also said to him "I love you , my prince. You are mine." This love drove away his confusion, insecurity, loneliness and fear.
In this small town, there is nothing more attractive to Jie Lang than Walt. He's handsome, smart, gentle, and willing to teach Jae-rang to drive on country roads, give him chocolate, follow him to see his beloved plane...all those things that his brother and father disliked. The young and vigorous older brother is only interested in women, or is busy with manual labor, delivering cows; his father is a good fisherman, and has deep fatherly love, but he hides it too deeply. He is so serious that he can't feel it. hot. Only Walt, with that smiling face, told him about Gulliver's Lordship - Brobdinnaig, about his reluctance to war, and flying the Nazi "No Entry" signs and teaching him how to load ammunition , tell him that your hands can be an artist, painting or sculpture, tell him... Listen, I'll take care of you, I'll be there.
At the beginning, he didn't even understand his language, and Walt couldn't understand him either, but it didn't matter, as long as he chased after him on the grassy beach like an old painting. Like on the boulevard that day, Walt's jeep followed him forward, backward, and turned around, not leaving an inch, keeping pace.
Geron waited for Walt to pick up the keys to the jeep, waited anxiously, and pushed open the heavy door of the barracks - it was a world he didn't understand, dark and heavy, with big billiards cases, narrow and gloomy aisles and countless doors. Inside those doors were the soldiers' messy beds, filled with smoke, and women's bodies. The soldiers enjoyed themselves here overnight, but these looked disgusting. —Except for Walt's room, which is the only military dormitory that is neat and tidy, with clean sheets and neatly stocked guns. This is Jielang's foreign land, the most beautiful secret garden. Here, he talks, plays, and has sex with Walt... Trust me, it's not rude. Jielang bit Walter's finger desperately.
It is hard to imagine the kind of warmth that the director took to shoot this film based on Rudy Fontaine's autobiographical novel. The narrative language is so smooth, not boring, genuine, and lingering.
It should be Walt who made Jie Lang an artist. In the night after the dance party, he taught Jie Lang to dance for the first time. He tossed the child who only reached his shoulders and dropped it. The photographer's lens reminds you anytime, anywhere that youth should be so beautiful, and love should be so pure, regardless of gender.
On the grassy beach, Jie Lang jumped out of his own dance steps for the first time, one step, two steps, three steps, raising his feet, one step, two steps, three steps, raising his feet, the music played the tune of the child's heart, and Walt followed him, One step, two steps, three steps... This kind of intimacy and acquaintance is deeper than kissing.
The war is a shadow that will always hang behind the scenes, but under the blue sky and the blue waves, he can have such sincere emotions and drive away the trauma in his heart. Thirty years after losing him, he comforted his heart from beginning to end.
After that meeting, Jie Lang secretly took an old photo of Walter, and the young man who was very handsome was instantly frozen. Walter also ran to take pictures of the Jie Lang family. He asked Jie Lang to laugh, but Jie Lang frowned and said, "There's no you here!" Walter passed a scarecrow and said, "This is me. ” Putting the necklace with his identity card on the scarecrow's neck, Jielang hugged the scarecrow tightly, and finally smiled.
It was late at night again, and Walt sent Jie Lang back, and the serious adoptive father greeted him with a sense of responsibility and careful insight into his adopted son. This devout believer knew this secret but was reluctant to speak. He turned Walt out, just as he rejected the trendy culture brought by these foreign soldiers, and rejected the sweet chocolate candy that represented the sweetness of sex by those two boys. He was also unwilling to tell Walter the abruptly "tomorrow..."
Tomorrow is a new day, but when Jie Lang heard that his sister who was in love with the soldier said that he had received a farewell gift from the soldier, he pushed down the little sister like a madman and took the bicycle - it was still the green grass, but the tent. It's gone, it's still the barracks, but the people have gone.
It was such a bad weather, and it was cloudy. Jielang found that the shirt with Warren's photo was washed by his mother. What he desperately grabbed was just a pile of debris in his hand, and it was pouring rain.
At night, the thunder and lightning flashed, and Jielang woke up and rushed out the door to get the golden chain that Walt had left behind on the scarecrow's neck. The small body was knocked to the ground by lightning, and the palm of the hand holding the necklace was burned, leaving scars for a lifetime.
Is the scar on the palm of the hand, or on the heart?
The war was won, and his biological mother took him home. The sea, which appeared countless times in the movie, was red for the first time. A solemn voice in the church said, "Moses pointed his hand to the sea, and the Red Sea parted to let the Israelites pass through, but when Pharaoh's army caught up, the Red Sea joined and drowned the army..." The light that once brought Jalan came true Yes, but the light itself has faded away.
The priest said to him: "Amsterdam is full of food and the whole of the Netherlands is free! This is a moment in history, maybe the most important moment in your life, don't forget it!"
Jie Lang said: "I will never forget (Never, Sir.)."
The night before Walt left, Walt told him that he had a pair of beautiful hands, which were like the hands of an artist, like the hands of Walt's neighbor when he was a child. The artist told Walt: his hands make what his mind creates. jeroen is like the artist, makes him happy.
Rudy Fontaine said goodbye to Geron on the boat, and returned to his dancers, he no longer demanded aimlessly, but let them dance freely with enthusiasm - he opened an envelope in his own hands , I saw two black-and-white photos, the first was a family photo of the year, and the second was a military ID card. Walter, 1945.
"Sleep come true, turn around, the waves are turbulent, and there is no red dust... It is you who is so strange, shattering my dreams, like the short-lived light of foam on the water, is my life..."
Afterword: At the end of the film, it gives people infinite melancholy and regret. After savoring it carefully, it gives people infinite sadness and touching.
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