After watching "The Tree of Clogs" screened at the Shanghai Film Festival, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a rural prose poem flowing on the screen. In the more than 3 hours of film, only three simple farmer stories are told, and God bless them in love in their poor life. Every frame of the picture is amazingly beautiful. Against the background of earth tones, whether it is a field or a city road, it looks like an Impressionist oil painting, precipitating poetry in the hazy cloth color. It's so beautiful.
The quality of the audience in this game is very high. Although the staff broadcast the wrong picture at the beginning, everyone just negotiated with the other staff at the door in an orderly manner. At the back, because the plot of the movie is not very stormy and the dialogue is very daily, many people in the venue took a nap (including me). It was a very comfortable sleep. Hundreds of spectators were silent all around. When I woke up, I could see the beautiful 19th-century Italian picture on the big screen in front of my eyes.
The director does not seem to intend to mix up personal goods in terms of values. He simply records the lives of the three farmers. Among them, love happened and then tied the knot; if they were poor, their hearts changed and their greed for ill-gotten wealth failed. Yes; there are people who go to jail and steal a clog tree to make a new pair of shoes for their son. Their lives were full of joy and sorrow, and there were many scenes of collision with urban culture during this period. There were passionate speeches by the reformists indicating that the Italian mountains were about to come; there were priests and nuns who preached diligently. Birth, old age, sickness and death are commonplace.
Thinking about it carefully, I don't seem to have seen the same type of high-quality rural songs, which is a pity.
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