I saw her laid out like a queen

Jimmie 2022-04-24 07:01:14

I came in without reading the introduction and I was completely unprepared to watch a romantic film. The level of the director is quite first-class, especially when dealing with literary dramas. The body language at times, the hesitant words when sad, the whole film is fascinating, but it's just not so singing and dancing.

Westley 2022-03-27 09:01:09

Gorgeous depravity, apocalyptic carnival! On the eve of the Nazi takeover of Berlin, the current drunkenness of indulging in joyful singing and pleasure to death seems to be flowing with sadness, rehearsing the dark night march under the psychedelic hazy love and lingering underwater, and saying goodbye to the illusion of freedom by prolonging the moment with addiction. The original repertoire has been weakened and integrated into the background of audio and video. The performance on stage is separated from the narration off stage, but it acts as a screen and curtain for the turbulent times. Parallel editing and lyric insinuation form an intertextuality. Gwen Verdon's New York-bought orangutan costume slams a blazing accusation for the fact that he can't break through the barriers of identity and fall in love. Why can't life be a dance hall with feasts and luxuries? The happiest corpse is better than a numb walking corpse. Sally, who is addicted to all kinds of desires, interprets femme fatale, but she is innocent like a child. The audience's picture book with its distorted reflections in full bloom uneasily revolves, the camera moves alertly and looks forward to it, and the armband in the freeze frame is the guillotine of Shengpingshi, "I hope Kaiser will come back".