The wrap up banquet at night ended very quickly. This was because the production team was already very poor.”In addition, Old Merchant insisted on his usual style and was willful in all kinds of retakes. The already "poor" crew was now even more impoverished.
The wine was a local specialty of Shanxi-Shanxi Fen Wine. The dishes were only some cold dishes with pork head. Old Merchant was unusually excited at the wrap up banquet, completely unlike his usual rigorous appearance. His eyes were so narrowed that he could not see anything at the table, and his mouth was full of complaints.
Wang Jun nodded almost the entire time, listening to the other party's nagging mechanically. At night, Wang Jun lay in bed and recalled the process of filming Platform. He actually felt a feeling that he had never felt before. This feeling made him excited and a little afraid.
It was as if he had suddenly seen a light in the darkness ahead. He was looking forward to it, but he was afraid of disappointment. He suddenly felt that filming a movie was quite interesting. It was like a platform. He felt that all the scenes and scenes that he had shot were repeating in his mind.
The snow had yet to melt. Under the city wall in winter, the scene where Yin Ruijuan told Cui Mingliang that she wanted to go on a blind date, the camera was far away on the other side of the city wall, motionless. Yin Ruijuan said something, and Cui Mingliang said yes. Yin asked Cui why he was so happy that she wanted to go on a blind date, and Cui said it was nothing. At the place where he had just stood under the wall, the dried straw was lit by the cigarette butt he had thrown, and the flame rose higher and higher.
We couldn't see his expression, but we could clearly hear his heartbeat, like a flame, faint and stubborn. The camera turned to the night scene. It was a deserted street. He stared quietly at Yin Ruijuan's photo in the photo studio's window, then turned around and disappeared into the night. When Yin Ruijuan told him that it was impossible for them to get married, it was also under that section of the city wall, but it was changed to the other side.
"You're right," Cui Mingliang said. Do you know what you did wrong? It's too late."
He walked up the steps and walked away. Yin Ruijuan called his name from behind, but there was no response. She strolled over to the side where they had stood last time and played with her braids. The sun was bright and warm on her for a long time. Perhaps only the sun knew what was on the girl's mind.
He recalled Zhang Jun and Zhong Ping inside. They were another pair of lovers that the director had poured a lot of love into, especially Zhong Ping. Although there were not many individual shots, she was so beautiful in every shot. He even specially gave her a rare close-up.
The image of the only woman who dared to love and hate would forever be fixed in the film, and there would always be some distance between her and the city. Only after losing her did the cowardly Zhang Jun suddenly understand what love was and what suffering was for love. He was speechless by the Yellow River and the scene of him quietly cutting his long hair in the corner of the courtyard at the end of the film could not help but make people feel sad.
Although Sanming's story was too big of a side event for the movie, Old Jia's shots of him were touching, and even Wang Jun, who was born in the countryside, was deeply moved.
Wang Jun seemed to have seen Sanming's feelings and dedication to his sister. Sanming went to a private coal mine to look for a job. Cui Mingliang helped him read the life and death letter, but after reading it, he sat on the wood and asked if he had heard clearly. Then he watched him press his fingerprint and get his clothes. The camera was just watching, not criticizing or sensationalizing.
It was in this cruel reality that Wang Jun saw the helplessness of everyone, including himself. At the end of the performance, Sanming and Cui Mingliang squatted on the beam and looked at the county town in the distance. He handed Cui Mingliang a photo. Cui said it was very beautiful and asked him who it was. He didn't answer and took the photo and put it in his hat. The camera was always facing their backs, and he restrained his urge to look at the person in the photo. He did not force Sanming to answer.
There were many other scenes like this that could make people feel emotional. Wang Jun recalled the scenes one by one. To be honest, Wang Jun didn't have a good impression of literary films in the past. She always felt that directors of artistic films were too pretentious. The movies they made were complicated and difficult to understand. They did not have the excitement and excitement of action movies.
However, in " Platform," he saw Jia Zhangke's care and sincerity behind every scene and character. That kind of care was not the self-righteous and superior that some people were used to, but genuine sympathy and empathy. That kind of sincerity made us feel his heartbeat. Because of this, he liked this movie for the first time and hoped to see his new Fenyang story.
Wang Jun thought of someone who called Jia Zhangke the Hou Hsiao-Hsien of the mainland because of such feelings and luck, just as Hou Hsiao-Hsien was called the Tsuyasujiro of Taiwan. In fact, in Wang Jun's opinion, every director formed their own interests and styles because they grew up in different regions and cultures. In the era of Jin, the Japanese society was gradually disintegrating in modern times, and elegance was no longer there.
Hou Hsiao-Hsien experienced a century of ups and downs in his native Taiwan. Jia Zhangke's Jinzhong City had been mercilessly crushed, and it was wandering in the ruins. Therefore, Hou Xiaoxian's strong sense of vicissitudes and profound historical significance could not be copied.
Jia Zhang's class was also the only one. The contemporary Jia Zhang's class had yet to reach the level of the masters. Because of the confusion of young people, their tense nerves could not suppress the desire to release. His emotions and expressions were so similar to our experience, so deep into our emotions and memories, and shared our lives with us.
Thinking of this, Wang Jun couldn't sleep anymore. He seemed to see the long platform. It was not as warm and bright as the Dongdong platform, but it carried the longing, helplessness, confusion, and self-esteem of any young man in the town in the 1980s. It passed through many memory tunnels, stripped away from the noise of the city, and gradually came to us. It was so familiar, so kind, so touching, and so sad.
For a long time, he saw himself in his previous life, an inexperienced man. His biggest wish was to get 5,000 yuan on that day. Then, he would have his own shack and marry an ordinary woman.
Living an ordinary life. He had once struggled hard for this ideal that seemed simple and easy to achieve in the eyes of others. He had crashed into the wall and had his head bleeding. In the end, he still could not escape the shackles of fate. The passion he had when he was young in the past had finally become apathetic. Cui Mingliang's result was also the most realistic reflection of himself. The passion of the past finally returned to dullness. He couldn't help but think of a saying that someone once said," Living is a form of cultivation." Perhaps his own cultivation was not enough.
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