World Erotic Film Masterpieces Appreciation 2

Author: Lan Chunyu, Wang Jiaquan (Editor-in-Chief)
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Publish Date: 2002-12-01
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 portraying 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 the 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. The confusion of pornography is the confusion of beauty. Once, we gazed at the setting sun, tears streaming down our faces in the desert; once, facing the willow bank, the morning wind and the lingering 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. Pornography is a window. Standing on a high tower, we count countless styles of beauty from ancient times to the present. Beethoven, Eliot, George Sand, Joyce, Marguerite Duras—today, who has not seen the ancient moon, the moon of today has 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 obsessive "wasting away for her" of youth, the "saying it's cool autumn" of youth—music pours out endless sorrow, the great river flows with sorrow all over the sky, the bedside changes tomorrow's tragedy, the heart lingers with yesterday's tenderness, watching the white clouds drift when the water runs out and the flowers fall. Pornography is the scenery woven from the unrewarded golden thread. After witnessing the spring colors of the world, when you turn back, there is you, there is me. Pornography is the dream written with the passionate blood of the cuckoo, in which you pick up a drifting red leaf, for you, for me. Pornography can be understood but not expressed. All the unrewarded, all the passionate—converge into a book. Under the red window and bamboo shadows, by the lamp, laughing at life, how often have we woken from dreams.