Today in this dark and poetic afternoon, I called SICKIEE ecstatically, told him that "DEAD MEN" had arrived, and then shut myself in the house for a feast. The main course was fables, poems, and vice versa. The dishes are music, western scenery and JONNY DEPP, and some psychedelic dim sum would be even better. The English poet William Blake wrote centuries ago: Just like this to thank God, priests and kings, thank them for using our sufferings to make heaven. When he said this, he turned his simple but profound ballads into rock music, right? As a country carpenter, he was far from being regarded as a cultural elite at that time, at most he was a petty bourgeoisie with a peasant background. That’s all, but someone discovered his most beautiful words and images. This person also loves Neil Yang’s crazy horse-like freedom and chaotic spiritual search. He originally intended to cling to the desolate and wild vagrant literature, but unfortunately Depravity has become a roadblock to the film industry. That kind of despising mentality of betrayal has prompted him to go too deep into the fairy tales of fate, resistance and rooting. The naked and pale Jamush can’t be measured by the film ruler alone, "Three Blue Moons." Halfway through, my friends fell into a deep sleep. "The World of Night" was judged by a friend who wrote a novel as clichéd and simple in meaning. And this "DEAD MEN"? I prefer another translation of it-"Have You Seen the Color of Death?" 》
Life and death, black and white, gunmen and women, smoke and skeletons, flowers and horseshoes, Indians and rivers, oceans and paradise on the other side, all of these are difficult for you to think of it as a legendary story written by the ancient dragon. Image torture, it’s hard to live for a few more years, so Gu Long went to the fairy tale, leaving the thin JONNY DEPP on the westbound train alone. This Cleveland guy with an appointment letter came to the border town, a man full of murder, The hell of violence and bizarre things, immediately involved in disputes between men and women, missed murder in self-defense, and wanted to be hunted down in the jungle. If it weren’t for the Indian who met the unknown prophet, this would be just a wonderful American-style adventure story. However, Jiamuxu grafted it with an exquisite second half similar to "Alice in Wonderland". In the director's literary blueprint, the greedy people in this world must pass the Indian Bridge to survive through atonement and suffering. Yes, not to mention that the protagonist in the film is incarnate as William Blake, who is considered by the Indians to be a stranger from a previous life.
It is impossible for me to keep this story. In the scorching sunlight of summer, it is like a phantom, wandering around. Jia Muxu uses Neilyang's meditational guitar and the mysterious river bank and jungle to create a hazy infinite distance for the movie. On the other side, the proposition of finding the soul exit. When the Indians draw marks on William Blake’s face, when the rafts pass the dead animals on both sides of the strait, when the killers and murderers become DEAD MEN, when William Blake lies in a canoe (Noah's Ark?) When drifting into the boundless sea, it becomes profound and moving. The color of death is so colorful and attractive, such as lakes in the valley and hometown in dreams, people or animals tired of killing and being killed, travelers tired of being lost and looking for, go and light a cigarette, just like the weak or strong people in the movie The kind I'm looking for.
Sometimes, Jamusch’s films are honest like an old-fashioned western story, and sometimes they are strange and psychedelic and full of meaning, and even full of bizarre humor and irony. Many things that are impossible to ordinary people appear ridiculously in his movies. For example, William killed Charlie because of instinct, and Charlie was shot several times by this person who didn’t know how to take a gun because he was irritated. The panic caused by the wrong killing of the sweetheart, and if it weren't for the woman who said to Charlie, "I never loved you", Charlie had already planned to open the door and walk away to self-discipline the sadness. Another example is that Indian's name is called "No one", so William shouted "No one" into the wilderness when he was looking for him. The Indians could even hit the gangster by shooting indiscriminately. After William thought he was the reincarnation of Blake, he swaggered towards the policeman who had targeted him with a gun, but the police forgot to shoot because of his unscrupulousness. At this time, he turned from a weak to a sharpshooter to confront the enemy. Killed one by one. When you deliberately want to see how he fights the most powerful killer king, the story arranges him to be seriously injured on the boat Xiandu, leaving the Indians on the shore and the killer king both wounded. The gunshots seem to be when he was sent off. Death knell on earth.
In the shooting, Jiamuxu strives to be simple and plain, and try not to use any gorgeous fast-moving and poetic wide-angle pans and long lenses. Many subjective shots contain mud, wooden symbols, grimaces, and Indians and William's ghosts draped all over the body. The face, the strange tree piercing into the sky, etc. are not deliberately exaggerated, but they are also inviting.
Okay, now who will tell me, which one is the cute old pervert in IGGY POP? ? ?
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