A Zhang movie without superfluous skills. The only difference is that the memories are in color, while the reality is in black and white.
The tone of the film is slow and tranquil, but the tone is like autumn oil paint. Continuing Zhang's consistent style, it is simple and clean, like a simple and rough clay bowl. It seems that the heroines in Zhang Yimou's films are endowed by him with a man's personality, stubborn and persistent, motherly and firm, with a twist. I always feel that the heroines in his works have his own shadow.
I admire Zhang Ziyi's acting skills. I don't think acting and being a person can be generalized. From "My Father and Mother" to "House of Flying Daggers", she gradually learned to understand the role Zhang asked for, and integrated herself into it, making her look like the director asked. A good actor should not only transplant his own understanding into the role, but also understand that he is a pawn of the director after all, and it is not his own decision on how to play. A good actor has to learn to sacrifice not just the outside, but also his inner thoughts. She's smart, and her success isn't just luck.
Eighteen-year-old beautiful girl, bright eyes, stubborn love at first sight. She pursues her lover in her own way.
Put on a new cotton jacket to see him; fetch water from the front well in the village every day to hear the voice of his teaching; use a beautiful blue and white porcelain bowl to put delicious food in the first position; deliberately wait on the road he will pass by He; when he saw him walking to the well, he quickly poured back the water that had been pumped; chopping wood and boiling water to cook a pie meal for him seriously; trying to catch up with the car that was going away again and again, just to let him eat Mushroom stuffed dumplings I made myself; remembering that when he returned from Laba, he stubbornly stood by the roadside at the entrance of the village and waited for him until his whole body froze.
I like such a simple and clean plot, like a soft melody, so real and subtle. Every detail is meaningless, but every detail is so pure and beautiful. I believe that love is silly, stubborn, and inexplicable. "My mother went out early and returned late for several days in a row. She traveled all over the dozens of miles of mountain roads. She wanted to find the hairpin left by her father." When she pinned the lost hairpin to her hair, Her eyes were sweet and sad, but her tears did not fall.
What love is and what it seems not to be, the attitude that love can be obtained through hard work is always questionable. Can love be obtained through money? How much money is enough? Can love be obtained through character? How good of a character can you win enough love? Can love be found through appearance? So what kind of face will not age? Compared with these, love at first sight is much more reliable. Conditional feelings cannot be regarded as pure feelings, at best, they can only be regarded as tug-of-war with reality. A little emotion and a little practical consideration have created most of the love in name only.
"Sir is back, sir, this is for you." Zhao Di woke up and heard the sound of reading in the school again. She ran to the school, ran to the long-awaited voice, the door of the classroom opened, the husband came out, and the camera stopped here.
Then, Zhao Di became a mother. Forty years later, the old mother is still stubborn. She still likes to listen to the voice of her father reading, "I have listened to it for 40 years, but I still haven't heard enough."
Before the son left, he gave a lesson to the children for his mother and father. The first lesson in his life was the text that his father read on the first day of school. The old mother, following the sound like in the past, silently weeping in the cold wind outside the classroom, two different voices symphony in her heart... an old face, a love that never grows old.
I still cry for my love idealism.
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