World Erotic Film Masterpieces Appreciation 3

Author: Lan Chunyu, Wang Jiaquan, Editors
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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 fascinated by depicting sex and violence as my themes. I could have made them 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 dance pair. 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 breathless; or I would gently rub her cheeks to make her blush with shyness. The confusion of pornography is the confusion of beauty. Once, gazing at the setting sun, tears flowed across the desert; once, facing the willow bank at dawn, the wind and moon left me speechless with emotion; 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—today, who has not seen the ancient moon? The moon of today has 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 oneself for a loved one" of youth, the "saying it's a cool autumn" of adulthood—music pours out 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 when the water runs out and the flowers fall. Pornography is the scenery woven with the unrewarded golden thread. After seeing all the beauty 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 the dream, 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 passionate in the world are gathered into a book. Under the screen and bamboo shadows, by the lamp, watching life with a smile—when have we woken from our dreams?