Now that I've grown up, I don't like literature anymore. I always feel that literature and art have the temperament of self-appreciation, pretentiousness, writing new poems, and moaning for nothing. They have no power and are useless. It can neither save the people from water and fire, nor can it protect the family and the country from violence and peace. If it is said that the rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the individual, the young men and women of literature and art probably will not be of any use, because they take care of themselves, and their belts are getting wider, and their eyebrows are also frosted for the god of love.
Walking on the streets of Manhattan every day, the sky in New York is not as blue as people imagined, but mixed with the gray tones of urban characteristics. The gray-blue often reminds me of Beijing. If you want to draw a sketch of this city, the time limit is three minutes, then go to the Japanese version of the sequel to Boys Over Flowers. Matsumoto Jun appeared in the dark alley with that peach face and domineering, to save Shancai and the black people. The appearance of the scene is as handsome as the best silhouette in the city - tall and arrogant.
Here you will find how fragile the southern literary and artistic style has become, and collapsed in the face of reality without leaving any room for it. Sexy and the city, Fifth Avenue's money smells strong enough to be blown to Broadway. However, it is often not material things that make them fall, but inferiority.
This kind of inferiority is not different from Phoenix men. Those men who climbed out of poor mountains and bad waters and small places, with the determination that they can no longer live like this, go to Beijing and try their best to change to Beijing household registration. They pretend to be indifferent to the fact that they are looked down upon by Beijingers, but their hearts are full of abscess-like inferiority. So once they gain power, don't expect him to learn tolerance, nobility and pity again. This is something they were born in, but could not grow up in the most despised countryside.
The inferiority complex of the Southern Literary Tunes is different from these, with more or less gentle and melancholy temperament, not so much the domineering and radical of the nouveau riche, nor so many suppressed ambitions for too long. They simply felt the pressure of money and the complexity of the metropolis, and used the bookish frailty of the Southerners for thousands of years to resist the huge impact of the money-worshiping nest.
Just like "Sexy and the city", a work I never liked (I definitely wouldn't watch it if it wasn't made into a movie, the first one was broadcast several times on American TV before watching it), fashion, money, Desire, love - this is life; Samantha said: I love you, but I love me more - this is the truth. Do you still have to face such a stark reality, with a shaky and heartbroken virtue, and say, "I know that you are in love, and look at the sound of water at the head of the river"? Just like Carrie weeping for Mr Big's repentance, and worrying about whether the marriage will be boring after marriage, the fairy tales of princes and princesses will never come to the adult world, as spicy as little S can only have Rong Naida after her husband is captured. . I Do, Don't I? Aesthetic dance dies in the face of life, and in the end you can only throw away those self-righteous minor tunes and roar in the words of this New York edition of "Time out": "Love is a battlefield !"
The director of "Sexy and the city 2" said that the story of the first part was too sad, so he tried to make the second part a purely joyful exotic journey. At this moment, Wenyiqiang could only be silent again, because the literary and artistic relationship with this film was completely distant. Be entertained, be true to yourself, it tells nothing but vernacular truth. When they came out, the four people all changed two sets of costumes, symbolizing their own past and present. They returned in the second part, from youthful appearance to maturity. The neon clothes have changed so wonderfully, and suddenly I no longer have any grudges against the age of human beings. Just like those old ladies in the Upper East Side who are well-dressed and well-dressed, they are the real I love NYC, the forever New York girls, in a sunny afternoon, sitting in a wheelchair with a maid pushing to buy things.
The literary style pouted and said that anyone with money can do it, and then tilted his head at a 45-degree angle. It's a pity that this angle is in Manhattan, and you can't even see the top of the skyscrapers. Luxury has always been a supporting facility. You can't wear a Dior princess dress to squeeze the subway, or take a Birkini to a ripped rental. If you have money, it depends on the degree of wealth.
I didn't like this show before because I always rejected the adult world, I always wanted to believe that love is so holy and inviolable, and that it is the privilege of a small group of people to live forever. In fact, perhaps, the adult world is the real world, and sex and love are related to each other. Beautiful visions are just a pastime of floating life. The moment you turn around and grow up, the little bell has said goodbye to Peter Pan. Then you have to start a long journey, looking for self-righteous love, a marriage that you think will lead to a happy life, having children under the pressure of making a living, marriage encountering a crisis, learning to use other people's youth to nourish your own decay, helpless to grow old... Finally Become a layman in this world, laugh inexplicably, and be troubled for no reason.
But all of this was so trivial to them, the hardships of raising children, the situation in the workplace, and the fear of the two-person world, that Charlotte cried and said it was too difficult. But what to do? It's just a cocktail, Miranda said, drink more. Days are days, and problems may no longer be problems. Literature and art here are as white as the black robes of Dubai women, but they are just cumbersome fakes. When the real sword is real, what you need is the enthusiasm for life and the courage to live and face it. Slowly swing your waist in front of reality and say I'm not afraid of you! Weng Meiling's water is so clear that she has no lingering in this life, and Zhang's man's flying flower jade pendant will never be born again, but Samantha will say that it is really stupid, the wonderful and scenery of life, just like her love between men and women in a splendid fireworks, her thighs stretched out to Endless sky and sea.
You watch this movie in a movie theater in New York, laughing, screaming, and sighing one after another, dripping with joy. Literary people always insist that entertainment films are as worthy of attention as classic movies, just like they insist on puppies fold their bodies like kittens to do yoga, but they don't know that puppies have the cuteness of puppies. 146 points of the movie, at least I don't have the idea of looking at the watch and dozing off to count the time.
Look, even if Lincoln Center has theaters like The Metropolitan Opera, even if Broadway sings Circle of life every day, even if the museum's famous paintings are so spectacular that you can cry, even if Lennon's widow lives on the Upper West Side...
Manhattan never does . literature and art.
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