<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" > lonely like a can of pineapple</h1>
People are afraid of loneliness and want to escape impatiently, and Wong Kar-wai has grasped the instinct of people who want to escape loneliness. He is a master at capturing the heart.
Chongqing Forest, a dilapidated-looking building, when I went alone to Tsim Sha Tsui, Hong Kong, four years ago, I sat on a bus and passed by it, watching the people who came and went from the building.
The city is a forest of reinforced concrete. Every day, countless unidentified people walk through it, passing each other, and perhaps they will never meet again in their lifetime.
Like the lovelorn police officer He Zhiwu in the movie, he brushed past the blonde, he said, "When we were closest, I was only 0.01 cm away from her." ”
Wu Gang broke up with his girlfriend, still waiting for his girlfriend to leave work at the phone booth every day, calling her family every day, and waiting for his girlfriend to reply to the call machine every day. He repeated these hopeless things, seemingly to save his girlfriend, but in fact because of loneliness
Every day at the convenience store, he buys a canned pineapple that expires on his birthday. He said, "I don't know when it will expire, saury will expire, meat sauce will expire, even the plastic wrap will expire." "Yes. Everything has a date, like feelings like canned pineapples, and if there is a date, it will expire, only loneliness will not expire.
Awu goes to the bar and meets the blonde again.
One was the policeman who hunted down the criminals, and the other was the drug trafficker, who left the bar that night and opened a room in the Chongqing Forest Building. Throughout the night, Wu watched Cantonese films while eating salads. When Awu left the hotel, he helped her take off her white high heels.
Two equally lonely people, but nothing happened.
Wu ran on the playground in the rain and said it was his birthday, but no one would look for him. It turned out that he had been calling his girlfriend's family every night and buying a can of cans that expired on May 1st, in fact, hoping that on that day, someone in the world would remember his birthday. If not, remember for yourself.
The call machine finally rang. Not girlfriend Ami, it's blonde. She said, Happy Birthday.
He said that because of this sentence, I would always remember this woman. If the memory is also a can, hopefully it won't expire.
From 0.01 cm to 57 hours later, he fell in love with the woman. People are easy to be lonely animals, love is like a can of pineapple cans, sharing the taste of loneliness, everyone just hopes that its shelf life can be longer
<h1 class= "pgc-h-center-line" > decadence is a spiritual opium</h1>
Angel 1 Dawn: Killer
Angel 2 Li Jiaxin: Killer partner
Angel 1 Dawn makes a living by killing people and lives decadently. He said, "Everyone will have a past, even if you are a killer, there will be elementary school classmates." "But he didn't, he had no family and no friends, and in order to hide his identity, he paid for a family portrait photo and stuffed it in his wallet." The only thing he has is a barely seen partner, Angel 2.
Dawn narrator: "We've been partners for over a hundred and fifty-five weeks, but today is the first time we've sat together." Because human feelings are difficult to control. So we keep our distance because the best partners shouldn't have feelings. ”
Angel No. 2 Li Jiaxin always likes to wear a black tight skirt, lace mesh stockings with high heels, and red lips. The black hair blocked his eyes, and he didn't bother to raise his head when he looked at people, and he was cold and alienated from all the people around him.
But she had an almost insane crush on Dawn angel number 1: smelling the sheets he had slept on, smoking his unfinished cigarettes, going to the bars he frequented, and sitting in the seats he had sat in.
"Some people are not suitable for too close, know too much and have no interest. I'm a very realistic person and I know how to make myself happier. Her narration.
In the dark room, she was like a demonized black snake wrapped around herself. The lust of shame gradually becomes uncontrollable.
She could sleep in his bed, but not be close to him.
She longed to touch his body, but could only entangle herself.
The room, full of lust and sin, was the subway outside. In the eroded neon night, the subway often carried a car of strangers whizzing by. How many fallen angels are there among these strangers?
Finally Angel 1 Dawn was killed.
In the long green light of the undersea tunnel, Angel No. 3 Jin Chengwu drove a motorcycle, Li Jiaxin sat behind him with his waist in his arms, black hair blocking her eyes, she said, I have not been so close to a person in a long time. This minute, I felt very warm.
< h1 class="pgc-h-center-line" > time is a wet memory</h1>
The fancy years come from the inspiration brought by Liu Yiman's novel.
His novels, which I have read about the drunkards, are not written in response to the masses, but have feelings for the heart, which seems to be similar to the king.
This is Wong Kar-wai's favorite writer. In his honor, Wong Kar-wai once wrote on social media platforms, "All memories are wet." ”
In fact, it is the feeling of something in the memory of someone, which is wet. It's like watching a movie alone in a rainy midnight field.
The story is very simple, after Su Lizhen and Zhou Muyun had an extramarital affair with their spouse, the two began to contact and developed feelings.
The movie is extremely beautiful, the old green iron windows in the shape of waves, the wallpaper in the room with broken flowers, the big red sheets, the vinyl record player, the white cover table lamp, the glass vase, the oval mirror, the dim street lamp, the green taxi...
There is also the flowered silk cheongsam worn by Su Lizhen, remembering Zhang Ailing's sentence "Corset cheongsam, tassel shawl, dark pattern through the haze."
Su Lizhen's personality is like a cheongsam sewn from stitch to thread, sensitive and sad and thoughtful, without a trace of folds. The landlord laughed at her, "I even dress beautifully when I go out to buy noodles." "Such a woman is doomed to jump out of the shell of marriage, even if there is a pale void left in it."
So Zhou Muyun asked her, "If you had one more ticket, would you come with me?" The answer must be lonely.
<h1 class="pgc-h-center-line">End</h1>
A soundtrack from fantasia movie Yumejis Theme. Every time it sounded when Su Lizhen and Zhou Muyun were silent, in the dark stairwell passing by, under the dim street lights that sheltered from the rain together, in the trunk of the taxi that nestled with each other.
Thinking of the long empty shot of "2001: A Space Odyssey", a blue lonely planet floating and suddenly ringing out the blue Danube, the music is already the best narrator.
There are also Du Kefeng's hallucinatory photographs, he is not carrying a lens, but Van Gogh's picture plate.
The swaying blue of the Chongqing forest, the blue of loneliness. Some people are too lonely, and their blood is cold shaking seawater.
The green in the corner of the fallen angel shines on the marginal people who make a living in the crevices of the city, and they grow like water weeds in places where the light cannot be seen.
The fluttering red of the flowers, damp and ambiguous, like some men and women trapped in the shell of marriage, their heads broken and bleeding want to impact the lust.
Wong Kar-wai is a lonely psychic hunter, with no opponents, just waiting for the prey to be hooked. He seemed to have known for a long time that people living in reinforced concrete urban forests had an empty stomach for a long time.
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