写在脸书上的,我不管了我就这么发出来了。
An Italian film, The Great Beauty by Paolo Sorrentino -- Really candid dialogues here about our conflicting positions in life. A conflict in art style is a conflict in view on life. And what is The Great Beauty about? This acclaimed writer ruminating on what his second book would be about -- nothing. It seems like the writer has obtained a life view, where he accepted what he is - not an omnipresent literature paramount, and letting go of obsession of finding a meaning -- there is not one centered statement but in the seemingly superficial life of Rome's socialites there is everything. A life experiences every stage and completes a circle.
The actor being interviewed: "I am an artist. I don't need to explain myself. I live in the vibration."
Writer: "What is ‘I live in the vibration’"
Actor: "I will ask your editor to send someone with a higher statue." Write: "I'd be careful about mentioning higher statue because our editor is a dwarf."
A literature fanatic teen stood in front of the writer, voiced some quotes from pain and suffering. Writer: "Don't take those writers so seriously. It's too much for an individual's head to understand."
Writer B: "I wrote 11 books. I go to reality show. I get my hands dirty .."
Critic: "Are you saying writing about sensibility is of lesser value?"
Writer B: "You are a misogynist."
Writer: "I am a misanthropist."
A recent dowager, crying with face buried in hands: "She loved only you. 25 years I spent my life with her. I was just one line in her diary -- she says I was a good companion."
Some may think the visuals are overpleasing, sentimental, dramatic. I think the director wants to shoot those statues and sceneries in moving shots because this is how little fuck the writer gives to everything. His superficial view is taking in the flowing banquet of Rome.
And, why do we want everything to be perfect? For me, a few lines of glittering truth is enough to make a movie golden. It's so hard to excavate truth out of the noises of life, and have the courage to pop one's own hypocrisy to tell it.