The French version of the "Magnolia" literary and artistic film "Flower God Cafe". To commemorate my super favorite director Jean, who recently passed away. Mark Varley. It's a simple, beautiful film, but extremely emotionally complex. The power of a song that strings together their destinies. The love and sorrow that have been passed down thousands of times are intertwined into endless attachments.
The film is very generous to the audience, and those who love the film can find all the emotional comfort in the film. An ambitious, yet incredibly moving film. Film can make you feel lost, can make you laugh, it can arouse all kinds of emotions in your heart. Metaphors, symbols, and hints run through two parallel and intertwined stories, one is the soul companion and the other is the twin flames. Seemingly unconventional but universal emotions bring a different experience. Very beautiful music, very beautiful lens, very strong sense of substitution.
The film is extremely dazzling, the wild editing frequency is not inferior to "Requiem for Dreams", and scenes such as naked kisses in the water and nightmares in the dark night greatly enrich the color of the picture. The whole movie is full of strange light and shadow, music that leads the mind, illusory past and present lives, various dreams flashing, coupled with a psychic medium, people can't help but suspect that it is a suspense film. Behind the seemingly bright colors, there are many pains and tears.
The images in the shot are sometimes glamorous and sometimes old. In the alternation of old and new, there is a constant dissection from reality—the sin and pain hidden in the heart. But only as these bizarre images come to an end do you know the truth behind the whole story... This is definitely a movie that will be revived many years later, the scenes and lines will still be vividly remembered, and the screenwriter is really challenging to the concept of love. The other half of the soul has already been arranged, and even if there is a serious mistake in the order, it will eventually come to the right.
Love, in fact, is selfish. Not only in love, but also in maternal love. Maybe the truth makes you despair and even feel fear... But only by really looking at yourself and the world can you get out of your own shadow and embrace others and embrace the world. In the sad pace of life away from idealism, we can touch the real touch and beauty of a flower and a leaf. It is only after acknowledging the vulgarity of life that praise and smiles will appear meaningful.
True love is not possession, but freedom. May you have past lives and future lives with other women, as long as you live in this life.