But this is a dream, how do you want it to be neat and tidy.
Just like whenever someone complained that they couldn't read poetry, I would worry for him in my heart.
This is poetry, why do you have to understand it?
Of course I am not saying that Lynch is a poetic director.
Film expression and text are two very different concepts.
Poetry cannot sum up cinematicity, nor does it need to be summed up in poetry.
To say that a poetic director should be the kind with tenderness and love in his heart, and every shot carries a physical example of beauty and destruction.
Poetic feelings must be slow in the film.
An affectionate gaze, not a desperate run with blood in the throat.
In the dream, the face of yourself or others will be replaced at will. Sometimes it looks like A, but you clearly realize that it is actually B.
Or it was A at the beginning, and then the face changed to B, but you always perceive A is right.
It's obviously absurd, but it's natural in a dream, and there's nothing wrong with it at all.
Many times I dreamed that I was dead, being shot through my head, being cut through my throat by a knife, and falling from the sky.
The feeling of death is very clear, I can hear the sound of blood gurgling out of my body, I can feel that the bones are broken and unable to move, and then as the blood runs out, I get weaker and weaker, and finally the world becomes completely dark.
Sometimes there is pain.
Sometimes you can see the soul come out of the body and sit across from the body quietly looking at his body.
But never fear.
These are all similar in "Monster Night Wild Trail". I didn't try to find out what Lynch was trying to express, I just knew that these were trivial dreams.
It is another parallel space, the existences that make them unbelievable.
Maybe we are dead in dream space or real space.
We will become a different kind of person, and we will meet other people.
But later, it was discovered that everything has the same goal, fate is, and cannot be reversed or changed.
We had no choice but to change roles with this helplessness and self-deception.
So I said that I like Lynch just like some people like Doraemon, Lynch's movie is that any door is a bamboo dragonfly.
Travel through space, dreams, and reach the unknown past and future.
Porn, violence, gore, are all pathways to dreams.
What appears in the dream space is the original desire of human nature, the true face, the self that I dare not look directly at.
No one cares about what's true and what's false, and no one really knows for sure.
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