World Erotic Film Masterpieces Appreciation 4

Author: Lan Chunyu, Wang Jiaquan (Editor-in-Chief)
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Publish Date: 2003-03-01
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; I have always been obsessed with depicting sex and violence as my themes. I could have made them very pornographic, but I have no interest in that at all. In Basic Instinct, Sharon Stone and Michael Douglas were no longer ordinary actors; they were practically 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 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 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, tears streaming down my face in the desert; once, facing the willow bank, I was speechless in the morning breeze and the lingering moonlight; once, in the dim light, I recalled the eternal and unique one. We have missed too much beauty, and 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, Marguerite Duras—how often do we see the ancient moon today, just as the moon of today once shone on the ancients. Pornography is the brilliant starry sky adorned with human life. Perhaps one of them is your star. Pornography is fate. The obsessed "wasting away for her" of youth, the "saying it's cool autumn" of youth—music expresses endless sorrow, the great river flows with sorrow all over the sky, the bedside changes with tomorrow's sadness, the heart lingers with yesterday's tenderness, watching the white clouds drift by when the water runs out and the flowers fall. Pornography is the scenery woven with the unrewarded golden thread. After witnessing the spring colors of the world, I suddenly turn back—there is you, there is me. Pornography is the dream written with the passionate blood of the cuckoo, in which I pick up a drifting red leaf—giving it to you, giving it to me. Pornography can be understood but not expressed. All the unrewarded and all the passionate—combined into a book. Under the screen and bamboo shadows, by the lamp, laughing at life—when have we ever woken from our dreams.