World Erotic Film Masterpieces Appreciation. II

Author: Lan Chunyu
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Publish Date: 2003-03-01
Features: ★Film is the language of humanity in the 20th century ★The narrative of eroticism is an unavoidable expression of the human soul ★Erotic cinema is the cinema of humanity ★The discovery of eroticism is the discovery of humanity ★The history of a century of erotic cinema is the history of a century of art cinema, and also the history of a century of humanity. This book is the fourth volume of the set "Exquisite Appreciation of World Erotic Cinema." In "The Lover," the filming of the emotional scenes lasted for two years. The performance of Hong Kong actor Tony Leung was very successful, but I would rather emphasize that the sensuality and maturity displayed by the 17-year-old British girl Jane March in the film surprised me. I also used some small techniques to make her scenes more realistic and vivid. For example, I often made her run before filming so that she would appear breathless; or I would rub her cheeks to make her blush with shyness. – Jean-Jacques Annaud (Director of "The Lover") The confusion of eroticism is the confusion of beauty. Once, we gazed at the setting sun, tears streaming down the desert; once, facing the willow bank, the morning wind and the moonlight left us speechless with emotion; once, in the dim light, we recalled the eternal and unique one. We have missed too much beauty, and we have devoted our lives to loving beauty with unwavering dedication. Eroticism is a window. Standing on a high tower, we count countless styles of beauty from ancient and modern times, from China and the world. Beethoven, Eliot, George Sand, Joyce, Marguerite Duras—where have we seen the ancient moon, and the moon of today has shone on the ancients. Eroticism is a brilliant starry sky adorned with the lives of humanity. Perhaps one of them is your star. Eroticism is fate. The obsessive "wasting away for her" of youth, the "saying that autumn is cool" of youth, the music expressing endless melancholy, the great river flowing with endless sorrow, the bedside changing with tomorrow's sadness, the heart lingering with yesterday's tenderness—when the water runs out and the flowers fall, we watch the clouds drifting leisurely. Eroticism is a landscape woven with the golden threads of no regrets. After witnessing the spring colors of the world, we suddenly turn back—there is you, there is me. Eroticism is a dream written with the passionate blood of the cuckoo, in which we pick up a drifting red leaf—giving it to you, giving it to me. Eroticism can be understood but not expressed. All the no regrets in the world, all the emotions in the world, are gathered into a book. Under the window with green bamboo shadows, by the lamp, we laugh at life—when have we woken from our dreams?