Sacred Records About Paris

A little boy with a red balloon running through the streets of Paris, there is a street I recognize. It's on Montmartre, it's called Rue Vilan, and I've seen a documentary about it. The film was shot after the street was demolished, so there was no film material, but the director collected all the photos of the street and put them together. In the end, it really became a whole street. By the time the boy ran by, the street was in a state of dilapidation, and I think it was already being torn down by then. It's the one with a row of stairs going up at the end that leads to another block. In the movie, the streets of Paris are always messy, like the hair ends of a girl who has just woken up and has not been dressed. So I can't remember which one is which. After watching a satisfactory French movie, I vowed to remember the image of the Paris streets that appeared in it. As for why? I can't tell, is it for a knowing smile when I see it again in another movie, or for the twists and turns of the secret Paris plot? Or really just feel good looking. There is no doubt that it looks good, and the lens does beautify, but why do photographers always choose Paris to beautify?

But sadly, this Wayland Street is the only time I have a knowing smile right now. The Montmartre Heights also appeared in "Amelie", and the initial yearning for this height appeared in the history class of high school, the place where the Paris Commune was firmly held. But now it is very different from "Red Balloon". The beautification in "Heaven" is so obvious that people can see that it is a decorated Paris at a glance. Under the wide-angle lens, everything becomes gorgeous. The streets of old Paris now also appear a lot in Le Roouche's "My Best Friend". The taxi driver knows the history of each street well. This is something to be proud of. For example, when I bring a foreign friend to Beijing, the Bird's Nest and the Water Cube are a bit shabby.

There is also Rohmer's "Bakery Girl". After watching it, I desperately tried to remember what the streets looked like, and then I imagined that when I suddenly went to Paris in a trance, I could see it, but now I still forget it. Is it my bad memory, or is it that boring stuff is inherently forgettable? But aside from those lesser-known streets, there are places where it's easy to remember the names. For example, the French Film Archive, where a group of young people gather in The Dreamer, pulls the chain door. It's definitely not like that now, but as long as you remember the name, you're still holding on to a braid.

So Paris itself became an efficient producer. It not only produces commodities, art, but also produces various halos. Literary lovers should go to Baudelaire's footsteps, because Paris is an open production workshop that houses various characters to polish its halo, but only one brand. In this industry chain, Paris is undoubtedly proud to be at the top end, some cities produce microwave ovens, some cities produce art, but Paris disdains this, it produces belief in art.

Especially in movies. From metaphysics to metaphysics, from machines to characters, from content to form, Paris nourishes the film in an all-round way. Without Paris, there would be no film as it is now. Paris is a Mecca for movie fans. Therefore, when the film itself focuses on Paris, it is like a pilgrim measuring the distance from the starting point to Mecca with his footsteps. Captured by this mystical visual cult. Therefore, films about Paris, whether real or imagined, have a "sacred record" quality that reinforces the aura of Paris' cinematic holy city, like the torch in the hand of the Statue of Liberty. Silent, but solemn.

The "Sacred Record" of "Red Balloon" shows the fairy tale side of Paris, just as "Amelie" shows the mysterious love unique to Paris. When the little boy runs through the streets of Paris, it is essentially showing a fairy tale about Paris. If this story takes place in New York, then it is just a fairy tale, not a New York fairy tale. Only Paris has this privilege. The sources of legitimacy for this privilege have been discussed above, including Paris' cultural heritage, tolerance, and its status as a film mecca. So "The Red Balloon", like all other films about Paris, has to show its aura. We don't realize this aura, but we are deeply influenced by it, which cannot be denied because Paris and cinema are one and the same.

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