His movies are always like this. The last time I watched "The Ninth Gate", such a long movie, I let it be on the DVD when I was fine, but I played it three times inexplicably, trying to figure out the nine in the movie. The oracle also looked for pictures, and specially looked for strategies to study. There are many kinds of words on the Internet, but there is still no answer. So I went to look through the old man’s filming interviews, thinking that he would reveal something, but he still flickered His small innocent eyes didn't say anything slyly.
From the beginning of the movie to the end, the story itself is always very simple and not complicated. This is true of "The Ninth Gate" and the same is true of "Shadow Writer". The complexity is only the details and the process. You have to make pretending stories or horrifying stories that are all shattered, mashed into the dregs of the years, together with the vulgar, ordinary days, and cemented, and smeared on the wall, so that you can’t distinguish it. Which one is God, which one is human, who is kind, and who is criminal. They just show up around you just like that, Satan always carries a broken bag, and the archangel seems to be coming out to make soy sauce all day long. The former prime minister is a middle-aged man on the verge of despair, the author who finally found out the truth. Days of chaos where the soul is not in the house all day long. Some things happened just like this. No matter Satan, the British Prime Minister, angels, shadow writers, life is the same as usual, whether Satan is born again, kills people, or kills, they are all so ordinary. Frequent. The old man’s way of telling stories is not strong, not fierce, and not disturbing. It seems like a cloud of gas, which always makes you a little unresponsive. When you react, the story is over. That’s it. ? Is this over? But how did it become like this? You seem to understand, but you don’t seem to understand. What happened? The ending is very reasonable, but how does the story come here? Movie-goers often don't believe in their own hindsight, and blame the old man for not even having a hint. But people always forget that this is what life is like, all of this, at the moment when it happens, is often really "the only way is common at the time.".
I was fortunate enough to meet Polanski once when he came to China two days ago. The small old man, with clean and clear eyes, with a child-like innocent expression on his face, standing on the stage. It makes you feel alienated and unfamiliar, but there is a breath of rejection from the world. After watching "Shadow Writer", I scanned the film reviews slightly. Many people said that this was Polanski's failure to learn Hollywood to make thrillers, and his failure to try to please the audience, because the film was not thrilling enough, and it was heart-warming. Smile, want to see the thrilling is cutting? In fact, most of us like us who have only experienced the thrilling experience in movies, want to enter the Nazi concentration camp with this four-year-old, and finally survived, experienced the murder of his wife and unborn child, and raped minors on his back. The charge of the young girl, the old man who has been wanted for more than 30 years, is really ridiculous about what it means to be thrilling and heart-stirring. Perhaps only those who live in a smooth life will try their best to tell the story dazzlingly and gorgeously, catching people’s attention, and people like Polanski who have lived ups and downs, when they tell a story, they are all calm and unmoved. Sensual.
I really like the sexy British grey in this movie. The sexiness of French movies is all ambiguous and milky yellow, while the British sexiness is always transparent, grey, with a Indifference, decadence and alienation, but always make you feel a breath of flesh that you can touch. Ivan McCraig’s sexyness. Since he went to Hollywood, I have been unable to find it in his role for a long time. This time Polanski finally returned his share of the British sexiness in his bones. This is the kind of grounding. The sensuality of anger is the kind of sexy that feels the texture of the flesh even though you are wearing clothes, just like you are sitting opposite a man in normal days, and you can really look at his skin. The folds, even the kind of sexy that can smell his body, is not high, nor perfect, but it is very complicated-his cowardice and bravery, pride and inferiority, low-key and vanity, simplicity and complexity, kindness and Ambition..., a lot of things are tangled together in a subtle and sensual way, making this man full of mystery, as if a package is placed in front of your eyes, you just want to take him apart and see what he looks like. Sexy, life is so boring anyway.
But how did this old man knead the chaotic and complicated things like black holes, mystery, unpredictable fate and sadness in this life so casually? How did he make McCraig's body full of mystery again? I always felt that I had seen him make a move, but I never understood how he made it. I couldn't help but wonder, so I felt that Polanski was like a sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple. One trick and one trick, no routine, but a bunch of British stories are more British than anyone else. The continuous rain, the blue-gray sky, the deserted beach, the decadent temperament, and the actor’s bones. The British fan is a whole body. The subtleties in this are only to be figured out individually, I can't say more, I can see it when I see it. If you can't see it, you can't see it. However, people who are used to watching Jianglong’s Eighteen Palms swallow the mountains and rivers with anger, even if they really meet the sweeping monk, they probably don’t know the Lord when they meet each other.
When McCraig finally died, I was a little sad. This guy figured out what was going on, but it didn't help much. Truth is the most luxurious thing in the world, but it is so meaningless. Even the oblivion of the truth is so common, some things will never be known, but what if you know it? The manuscripts in McCraig's hands were scattered in the wind, covering the wet streets of London, like all the joys and sorrows of this life, drifting away with the wind, leaving only a huge void.
But the moment when the movie made me feel the most, it was McCraig's death. When he walked out of the party and stood on the street, I suddenly felt that he was going to die. He was going to be hit and killed by a car. Immediately afterwards, he was really hit and killed by a car. For just two seconds, there was no sign at all, I couldn't believe it, I guessed the last trick of the sweeping monk, such a bland but unexpected trick, I guessed it, it really made me happy. So McCraig died if he died. My sadness is less than one-tenth of my happiness. But even this happiness is only a faint, just an ordinary thing in life.
Okay, let me go back to the original question. I watched the film and wrote it, but the tone is still stuck here. I have to scream something, but what should we scream?
Ewan McCraig, I want to have sex with you! ! !
Just this sentence, after shouting, I will also sweep the floor...
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