In this way, I stopped halfway through watching Hirokazu Kore-eda's new film "Sea Street Diary". Make yourself a cup of oolong tea, and then play some music, and then I start to want to say something.
Japanese movies and Taiwanese movies are still a bit dark to some extent, and maybe it has something to do with their national character. Warmth, that sloppy narrative, and nuanced detail. Almost as standard.
But when it comes to making the taste of life so real, it's a little bit plot. It seemed abrupt. And so we see warmth in the movie, and a dull sense of teasing -- the part about the plot. It doesn't matter if it's established or not. The important thing is that when we feel that the beautiful scenery in the movie is not as beautiful as the human world, we believe in our hearts that in their place, these beauties are actually established. Gentle and elegant, polite and polite, those who are a bit overseas but real emotions. For a glass of wine, for a flower, for a cloud. Even here we dare not set up.
Living in the current China, it must be much stronger, so the so-called layout has become larger, and the vision has become larger. Who still bothers to talk about family life, those faint personal emotions. Therefore, our movies should have a big pattern, too big to be practical, hatred by the country and family, intrigue, great wealth and great honor, ups and downs. The scene is big, the feelings are big, and the box office is even scarier. It's really a big deal to spend money, so I break the jar and shoot the most mindless things. Even so, I still talk about the big picture and the big love. It is difficult to admit that I am young, and there will be an era later. Immediately Shiba sang into a chorus, and the noble was interpreted as a drunken fan. It's just a human taste, so little that it's almost invisible.
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