Finally watched "Dalí and His Lover".
Actually, right after finishing it, I strongly felt that I shouldn't and couldn't write a review. Because I felt intense emotions and strong issues in the film, and because those emotions and issues were so strong, I felt like I couldn't express them. I always feel that my writing ability is poor, I always feel that there are too many things that can only be understood and not expressed, I always feel that when I try to put certain feelings into words, those feelings always deviate from their original taste/position.
But in the end, I feel like I have to record something, because it is such intense emotions.
And what exactly I will describe, I just hope to be as close as possible to what my heart has received.
When I saw the trailer years ago, I added this film to my list of movies to watch.
Because, I love Dalí the most. (laughs)
I love Dalí, and I also love Dalí's love for Gala.
So when I saw this film, I was actually amazed. XD
After all, I have never heard of Dalí's love for anyone other than Gala. XD (After all, it's quite sad that I can't call myself a Dalí fan. TwT)
I have to say that I actually mind a little. (laughs) I actually have a slightly perverted and consistent yearning for emotions. So I couldn't help but feel a subtle feeling in my heart. (laughs)
But, it's just a little bit. (sigh)
In short, because it's Dalí, it's natural for me to be interested.
And then, I finally finished watching it.
And I really want to cry.
Really.
It's a very deep melancholy and sadness.
Really.
I really feel that I'm not suitable for writing anything, I feel that those feelings must be personally experienced. I can't describe every psychological change I went through during the process, and every psychological change I felt. Of course, even if people go to watch and experience it personally, they won't actually feel what I felt. Because what we see in the text is ultimately our own projection.
I just want to say,
Why does love have to be so sad, and why does life have to be so melancholic?
Why can't love be absolutely pure, and why can't people dive into love?
Why do we clearly only love ourselves, but still have to care about something beyond ourselves?
This film is originally called "Little Ashes".
I saw three translations, one is the current title. One is a literal translation "Little Ashes". And there is one that I think is very, very good, although I know that under the consideration of commercial capital promotion, it had to be abandoned - "Wax Candle Turns to Ashes".
If I have to say, I think this film is quite romantic. This can be derogatory or complimentary.
It is indeed not very realistic, but the story itself has its own life and meaning. The characters in that dimension should be observed separately from the characters in our dimension, and achieve self-sufficiency in that dimension.
Every character is very meaningful, the psychology of each character, the relationships between each character, they remind me of many things.
Although I feel sad about the interpretation of Dalí and Gala's relationship in the film (laughs), I also feel that the relationship it portrays is beautiful.
I don't want to imagine what Dalí and Gala are like in my dimension, I don't want to assume what Dalí and Lorca are like in my dimension, but that dimension is a parallel world, and it is enough to let me see many scenes in it.
As for my dimension, I always feel that I need a time machine. If I can't get a time machine, then let me become a ghost after my body decays, drifting between every layer of the universe.
Finally, I want to add that I think I will buy this film.