A woman is show breastfeeding a baby.
A shot shows a woman putting on her stocking. Her leg is shown.
1900 describes a woman who looks like a prostitute becoming a nun as he plays the piano to make a song about it.
A young girl walks by and a group of men look at her, laugh and whistle.
A man kisses a young girl in bed. As she wakes up, he runs away.
A young girl kisses a man.
Two naked young boys being bathed standing up are briefly shown, including genitals.


Film review:Translated by www.rabudo-ru.com


I don’t want to say anything about the piano, about the end, about the other side. I just want to talk about 1900.

People call him a genius, and people are crazy about it. 1900, from having this extraordinary name, is destined to be an extraordinary person. Eyes, applause and glory, things that ordinary people may not get in their whole life, are as common as air to the genius.

But sight, applause and glory are neither happy nor lasting.

There was a scene in the film that made me particularly uncomfortable: when people danced around 1900 for music, someone saw the goddess of liberty. All of a sudden, all the people cheered and the birds and animals scattered, leaving only the lonely figure of 1900. No amount of glory can save loneliness. At the moment, he is not a genius. He is a poor abandoned person.

Genius is actually the most unfortunate person in the world. All geniuses are heterogeneous. And no respectable alien will be truly loved. Those who were stunned by the sound of 1900 would smack their mouths when the sound ended. A genius like 1900 is more like a pet. People will like it, take care of it and be obsessed with it, but it runs to the middle of the road and runs to the front. No one will rush to block it with their own body.

Probably only the trumpeter is willing to listen to 1900’s heart rather than the sound of the piano. He doesn’t understand him, but he respects him. He achieved complete independence with respect. I saw someone say that if he were the fat man, he would knock 1900 out and drag him off the boat. I think such an idea is doomed that he will not become the fat man and the only true friend of 1900.

If we were more serious, how would the story extend if the trumpeter really got 1900 off the ship? We all know that a frustrated trumpeter has no ability to find a new boat for his friends, 88 keys and ends. 1900 will inevitably be rubbed away and mediocre, fall into the world of mortals and become a mortal.

Live, or live at ease. This is also a problem. The choice of mortals is to live first anyway. “Living” itself is more important than anything. Genius, on the other hand, attaches more importance to the comfort of the mind, followed by life and death. Therefore, mortals can endure humiliation, but genius is willing to break jade. Everyone has got what he values most, and no one loses more than anyone.

In fact, I’m not happy to use the word genius to define 1900. Genius has been abused. I’d rather say 1900 is an et. The people we live on this planet speak when they want to express. This is the human way. But 1900 is not human. His fingers are his vocal organs, connecting his heart and eyes. His physical function is human, and his perception and heart are et.

Et is amazing, but not uncommon. Because each of us is et.

When I was a child, I read Sophie’s world, an introductory book on philosophy. The philosophy teacher said, did you ever think you might be a Martian? Will you stop one day, look at yourself and think, “I am an extraordinary existence. I am a mysterious creature.”—— I don’t understand. I watched everyone as like as two peas and two eyes, and I couldn’t understand how the same person could be a different planet.

Until later, I found that people’s heart is deeper than the sea, and I found that the difference between a person and a person is greater than the error of heaven and earth. I gradually believe that each of us is et, at least once was et. When we were born, we were so different, just like gathering on this planet from all corners of the universe. The way we see the world through our eyes, the way we eat nipples, the way we pee our pants, are all so independent and blooming.

We used to be different and jump alive. But later, we were educated, corrected and put on track. So we changed from et to a group of people on earth. Our fresh faces drowned in the crowd and became blurred, making no difference at a glance. Only those who happen by chance, such as 1900, are lucky (or unfortunate?) It has preserved its own independence and nature, and has become a genius and alien in the eyes of people on earth.

Differences lead to loneliness. Keeping the difference, et not only bears different eyes, but also bears great loneliness, which is far beyond the loneliness of ordinary people. Although there are still some differences among mortals such as us, the general appearance is eight or nine. After we are lovelorn, we feel more pain than anyone else. We hug our loved ones and think we are happier than everyone else. But a cruel fact is that there is no difference between everyone’s pain and happiness. We are constantly repeating, the same.

We lost our individuality in exchange for resonance. We use art to find synaesthesia, wipe tears on the intersecting parts of human nature, comfort each other, or balance each other (it turns out that some people are worse than me, which is much more comfortable). The man called genius stood outside the crowd and looked melancholy at the group, some like him but not his species. Use their instinct to refine, enlarge and reach the heart of those cross parts. Those parts that can never cross serve as the source of loneliness, so that they can never integrate into the crowd. They can only hide in their ships, hide in their inner world, live alone, and then die.

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