World Erotic Film Masterpieces Appreciation 2

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Publication Date: 2003-03-02
Features: My films are not pornographic, but they are full of sensuality. Sex is a celebration, a joyful game. I can't help but express sex, and I have always been obsessed with portraying sex and violence as my themes. I could have made them very pornographic, but I am not interested in that at all. In Basic Instinct, Sharon Stone and Michael Douglas were no longer ordinary actors; they were simply a perfect pair of dancers. In The Lover, the filming of the emotional scenes lasted for two years. The performance of Hong Kong actor Tony Leung Chiu-wai 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 tricks to make her scenes more realistic and vivid. For example, I often made her run before filming, so she would appear out of breath; or I would rub her cheeks to make her blush with shyness. The confusion of pornography is the confusion of beauty. Once, I gazed at the setting sun with tears streaming down my desert; once, I faced the willow bank with the morning wind and moonlight, speechless with emotion; once, in the midst of the dim lights, I recalled the eternal only one, and we have missed too much beauty. We are devoted to beauty with our entire lives. Pornography is a window. Standing on a high tower, I count countless styles of beauty from ancient times to the present. Beethoven, Eliot, George Sand, Joyce, and Marguerite Duras—have you ever seen the ancient moon, the moon of today once lit the ancient ones. Pornography is a brilliant starry sky adorned with human life. Perhaps one of them is your star. Pornography is fate. The obsession of "burning oneself out for love" in youth, the "saying it's cool in autumn" of youth— pouring out endless melancholy, flowing with sorrow all over the sky, changing into tomorrow's sorrow, lingering with yesterday's tenderness, when the water runs out and flowers fall, watching the white clouds drifting slowly. Pornography is the scenery woven with unrewarded golden threads. After witnessing all the colors of the world, looking back suddenly, there is you, there is me. Pornography is a dream written with the passionate blood of the azalea, dreaming to pick a drifting red leaf, for you, for me. Pornography can be understood but not expressed. All the unrewarded, all the passionate, are gathered into a book. Under the window with willow shadows, by the lamp, laughing at life, have you ever woken from a dream.