"Noble and elegant things:
lilac underwear, white pullovers folded.
In brand new metal bowls, lotus root tea is sprinkled with ice foam.
Snow falls on plum blossoms.
Adorable children are eating grass plums.
Bird's eggs Cracked mouth.
Crystal beads."
Peter Greenaway's films are always bizarre, but very little remembered after watching them. I have only seen the movie "Forbidden Books by the Pillow" once, but I have no intention of watching it a second time. It is gorgeous enough, sluggish enough and fierce enough, oriental enough and western enough. Calligraphy is combined with sex and feminism, that is, only Westerners who make oriental films can make this kind of pie. It's embarrassing to say it, but after watching the movie, I suddenly realized that the nakedness of men is like this. Accidentally, this art film also takes into account the function of sexual enlightenment. Don't blame me for being slow, I was really innocent before watching it. When it comes to men, there is always a dream of love. I believe in the myth of Prince Charming and Cinderella. Of course, now I have understood the winged It doesn't have to be an angel, it could also be a truth like a birdman. So, for a love insulator like me at the time, this movie was really lively and fresh. Where is it like now, there is a man standing naked in front of me, and I can look up and down without changing my face and heart, and express a comment with a heartless expression: "It seems a little small, don't show up.
" The storyline is already very vague in my mind. I carefully searched for all the memories of this movie, and found that the most memorable thing for me is not the movie, but the fact that we enjoyed the movie in that kind of environment.
The year I watched it, I was a sophomore. A large lecture hall was crowded with people, noisily, everyone flushed because of lack of oxygen, and the expectation of visual enjoyment made us noisy and agitated. The male teacher of appreciation class with pigtails was still very maverick and came in. Without further ado, he wrote the name of the movie on the blackboard, turned on the computer, the projector, put the disc, and sat on the teacher's chair without moving. He may be using the school's multimedia to surf the Internet, but I always feel like he's peeking at us from time to time.
Before the movie, he didn't seem to see that the students sitting below had already racked their brains to grab a seat, and Sven swept the floor. His classes are always so popular, and free big movies can be found either casually, or even in the lousy environment of the library that charges 1 yuan to watch a movie, so there were people from outside the school who came here especially (these people sat After getting down, I usually ask if the teacher Xiaopi is male or female). Gradually, our students in this class had no seats to sit, so we had to designate the first few rows as private plots for the class, but there were always people from other classes intruding in, so there was one more thing involved - chasing people away, coming here They are all guests, so this is always a bad thing.
That day, the large classroom was full without exception, and there were a lot of people standing in the open space behind, some of them even stood outside the door on tiptoes with their heads raised. It is already cold autumn in Wuhan, but the classrooms here are as warm as spring. In this mist of water vapor and carbon dioxide, in the shadows and images of Lu Li, it feels really strange.
Now I can't believe I watched this movie with a hundred people. There were skinning, gay and bisexuality, pill-taking, Japanese kimono, cursive script, and seeing the handsome Ivan rolling with the old man in the bookstore, I also collapsed like Wu Junmei. Immediately, my love ethics It changed - it was still like that. So I wasn't too surprised when I watched "Breakthrough" later, but that time, the male teacher with little braids pressed the pause button for the first time and yelled: It's so fucking real. He was rarely excited before, and the students below were confused and replayed it again. The female classmates who had been shy and bowed their heads glanced from the corner of their eyes. It turned out that Tony Leung and his brother were spitting on their palms when they made MAKE. The movie continues with the smirk of the male compatriots and the shyness of the female classmates. Until graduation, I didn't know what to praise Xiaopi, and now I finally understand. Time is not forgiving, time is the truth, and we can always understand some things that we could not understand before.
This weird viewing environment and this weird movie finally had some consequences. In the second week, some core classmates in the class (group leader, class leader, study activists, etc.) were approached by the head of the department to talk. We all want to cry without tears, what and what, do you know what art is? His face was full of indignation, and he was afraid that he would not be able to see such an eye-opening movie again in the future.
But I also realized that there are people in the world with purer minds than me. After all, our school is famous all over the country for the fact that boys can enter and leave the girls' dormitory at will. Everyone called the traitor a scum, but I learned that the last person who was accused of public obscenity was a highly respected professor in the Chinese Department, because he was unlucky and gave a lecture on Freud in public.
God, we are still born in the 80s.
(Note: When I met my current boyfriend, when I told him that I graduated from this university, he looked down on me very much, saying that our university girls often stayed in male classmates, and it was shocking to say that there were four people living in one dormitory. Girl, there were three male students who stayed in one night, and the remaining one couldn't stand it and moved out of the dormitory. When I heard him tell this story, I felt that Dou E and I resonated across thousands of years.) In
the next class, Teacher Xiaopi is a little listless , but he didn't say anything, just put a plate in and sat down, but since then what movies have been played in his class, I can't remember at all now. Now I rarely watch movies. When I went back to Wuhan last year, I came across a piece of news in the newspaper saying that a professor from our university was fired. From the words, I vaguely felt that it was him, but I hoped that it was not.
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