Memoirs of a Geisha

I watched this film when it premiered last year, and it was very beautiful. It was not a crude beauty that was too big and shoddy, but a layer of complicated and delicate. However, the form is greater than the content, and the beautiful scenery and costumes are wasted in vain. Because it's not a particularly good movie, it's vague, and the latter part is rushed and inexplicably outrageous, and I will forget it after watching it. But yesterday I remembered this movie again. In the evening, I shared a car with my colleagues who worked overtime and went home. I passed a dark and narrow road with old wooden houses on both sides, and the back was dark and ancient. But there was a woman walking steadily on the roadside in a scarlet kimono with her hair in a bun and small steps. There were no lights and people around. It was almost 1 am, our car passed her quickly, too late to see what it was like. Face. I was a little surprised at the time. In this scene, I met a ghost on the side of the road. As I imagined with more energy and jealousy, I felt more and more that I had missed a mysterious, exciting and gorgeous adventure.
For Westerners and Hollywood, the geisha is probably such an adventure, becoming fascinating because of incomprehension. But Hollywood just likes to take a bit here and a bit there, add it to the audience indiscriminately with its own judgment and explanation, and see, this is the mysterious oriental culture. I don't understand the old man who played Michelle Yeoh, who forced Zhang Ziyi to take off the coat of Zhang Ziyi like zongzi in the room, but he just took a look and walked away and was satisfied. What I don't understand is that the geisha here pulls away the beautiful clothes, the war background and the friendship and intrigue between women, in the final analysis, are prostitutes and benefactors. I renewed and renewed my thinking. It is good not to judge the character of the two parties in the transaction. Isn't it ridiculous to put out a book and praise it? ! Although it cannot be denied that the geisha still has the art to press down, it is understandable to sing and dance. A look that knocks passers-by from the bicycle and the public auction is really irrelevant to the art. Shouldn’t this kind of opium-cigarette-little-foot-wife-style culture be shyly hidden in the corner for fear of being seen? It’s so hot and so spicy that it hangs out in the wind and makes outsiders feel embarrassed for it. In fact, there are a lot of movies that reflect this kind of themes, but movies that have no theme like "Memoirs of a Geisha" are really rare. Why did I think of Master Chen's "Promise", which is imaginary, no matter what, it is also lacking in content, and there is a beautiful form that can be regarded as a cure. However, the ending was really uncomfortable. I stooped to pick up something while Zhang and the chairman were hugging, and then I sat up and started to show the staff member. It was really discouraging.
In Kyoto, where "Memoirs of a Geisha" took place, I like a bridge with a wooden structure, and the bridge is far from the water. The water of the river is shallow and calm, and it only shows alive when it rains. This is the bridge, where waterfowls flew up suddenly; flocks of young couples on the shore, hand in hand to set off fireworks in summer evenings; on the side of the river is a house with a terrace extending over the river, where you can sit on the terrace and have a drink Look at the scenery. As long as I have time, I will come here almost every weekend. Compared with the studios built in Southern California in the movie, this kind of Kyoto is natural, serene and solemn. Looking down from the surface of the water to the lower reaches of the river, you can even see forever when the sunset is good.

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