the before night falls
Publisher: United States
: 2000
director: Julian Schnabel
starring: Johnny Depp Harvey Baden Olivier Faye马丁内兹西恩Pan
Venice film Festival Grand jury Prize in
Venice The best actor at the film festival
still remembers the beautiful and timeless monologue in the film "The Shawshank Redemption" four years ago, "Some birds can't be caged because their wings are so beautiful. ".
I still remember a sultry and humid summer night four years ago, when Ah Liang and I watched this VCD called "Stimulating 1995" and we thought of going out. "Go out, get out of this suffocating prison." A Liang said. I still remember that four years ago, A Liang and I had just graduated from school and entered the society. Although we had made all kinds of bad plans for this strange world outside, we never imagined that this society would actually be a hundred times more disgusting than we imagined.
Dreaming of a happy and free life and living painfully and against our will in reality put us in an awkward dilemma. L said that we haven't gotten rid of Xiaozhi's troubles. In today's society, only earning money is the truth, and only earning enough money can do what you want to do. He said. When is enough money? to earn enough?
A Liang swears that there will be a day, and there will be a day when he will take the diary with only one title on it. The name of his diary is "National Highway No. 108", which is the only road from Chengdu to Tibet. On the road, A Liang dreams of setting foot on National Highway 108 to reach Mount Everest.
Three years later, A Liang said goodbye to his identity as a profiteer and book seller and left Chengdu. Before leaving, he called to say that he was going to National Highway No. 108. still coming back? I asked, maybe, he said. On the other end of the phone, he hesitated and said: Let's go together? I was silent.
A Liang returned to Chengdu after half a year, and then left quietly, this time he went even further, he was going to New Zealand. I heard that there are grasslands and no reinforced concrete cages. I want to be a shepherd. he said with a smile. "Will you come back this time?" "No way." There was no news of A Liang since he left, and his appearance gradually faded and sank in my mind.
After watching this movie tonight, his appearance gradually reappeared in front of me, clear and shining.
I still remember that we, like our childhood Reynardo in the movie, were uploading and copying poems that fascinated us in class. I remember we too, like the young Renardo in the movie, dreamed of being a writer or a poet. I still remember our yearning for revolution, destruction, reconstruction, as passionately as the young Renaldo in the movie. I still remember that when the blood of our youth was slowly fading away, we were as lost as Reynardo of youth.
In the movie, Renardo finally escaped from Cuba and saw snowflakes falling on the streets of New York. He was lying in the car and smiling wildly. Will Ah Liang also run wild on the grasslands of the southern hemisphere, lie on the grasslands, and cheer with all his strength?
Before A Liang left, he handed me a note. He said that it was a diary that he had been unable to write in the city, but completed in two months in Tibet. The title page of the diary was copied by him. some poetry:
sad and wandering
tell me, Agathe, your heart will fly sometimes,
away from the darkness of the ocean this filthy city,
fly to another full of brilliant, blue, bright,
deep, immaculate sea?
Tell me, Agat, your heart can fly sometimes?
The sea, the wide sea, brings us comfort!
With the gigantic organ, the rumbling hurricane accompaniment, the
muffled singing sea, what magic
gives you the lullaby-like sublime effect?
The sea, the wide sea, brings us comfort!
Take me away, carriage! Take me there, speedboat!
keep away! keep away! The sludge here makes us cry!
- Is this true love? Agathe sad heart
when saying: "Stay away from remorse, pain and crime,"
take me, coach! Take me there, speedboat!
The fifth page of the diary reads, "I used to think: my friends and I, the girl I love, and I are different people in this world, we are a group of romanticists who tirelessly pursue their dreams and eternity, we We are a group of catchers in the rye whose eyes and souls have been burned by reality. We are a group of uneasy status quo people who try to pierce the illusion and deception of life and find the real answer from the back of it. We once spit on the posters of the Four Heavenly Kings, We have burned textbooks and urinated on the heads of great figures. We have used the qin as a machine gun to shoot high-rise buildings in the city and hoped that it would collapse. We used to call ourselves different youths, angry youths, literary youths, and artistic youths. We sneered face-to-face at the top men in suits and ties, we howled proudly in the dark - we abandoned the times, not the times! We talked about Fellini, Gundam, Renault, Red House painter, Polaris Gemini, Patty Smith, Rimbaud, Milosz, Fitzgerald, we call those who like Whitney, Celine, and Wassinger idiots. We talk about Wong Kar Wai, Chen Guo, Hou Hsiao-hsien, Yang Dechang, Da Ming, AMK, Huang Qiusheng, Huang Shujun, Chen Sheng, Chen Mingzhang. We disdain those who watch the Spring Festival Gala and Ren Xianqi's MTV."
"I came to Tibet, my long hair was dirty and messy, and I kept heading towards Mount Everest. Okay, I lived in a stinky and stinky tent, I listened to the angelic singing of the dark-faced Tibetan girls, I drank highland barley wine, ate Zhanba, and lay on the meadow looking at the tile-blue sky and the spotless white clouds, The bright sun made me understand that we are actually no different from thousands of other people, all our actions have no special meaning, and all our efforts are not worth mentioning. The only thing that can last forever is this snowy peak and this green Water, this earth."
On page 23 of the diary , it was written, "I have already traveled most of the way, and I almost died of freezing, starvation, and even a nosebleed. But unfortunately, it was almost impossible, and I tried my best every time. Struggling to live, why not let me die? Become a specimen by the road, and sleep with the earth. I am almost fascinated by the scenery in front of me, a shallow blue lake, and in the middle of the lake there are A few dead old trees. A few yaks are taking a leisurely walk on the shore of the lake.
But I know I can't stop. Once I stop, even if I hide in the most desolate mountain, someone will check your ID card every now and then and ask about your household registration, ethnicity, age, level of knowledge, and political status. , work unit, understand your marital status and family planning indicators, and regularly ask you to participate in various song and dance performances celebrating liberation and anniversaries every year, and stand on the stage to report your thoughts like a puppet. Recite the manuscript in front of the camera lens. I even get a small flag tucked into my hand and assigned to the side of the road, smiling and cheering at the black cars that drive by.
Never stop, even if the high fever does not subside, even if the footsteps are heavy. Even if I am delirious, as long as I still believe that people must not live in a cage, then I will keep running away, running unswervingly, without compromise. I'd rather die on the way out of the cage than sit in the cage and wait to die. "
Aliang, where are you? Have you fulfilled your promise to yourself: you must never stop, even if the high fever does not subside, even if your steps are heavy...
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