World Erotic Film Masterpieces Appreciation - 2

Author: Lan Chunyu Wang Jiaquan
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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 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 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, gazing at the setting sun, tears flowed across the desert; once, facing the willow bank, the morning wind and the waning moon left me speechless with emotion; once, in the dim light, I recalled the eternal 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, countless styles from ancient and modern times across the world cannot be counted. Beethoven, Eliot, George Sand, Joyce, Marguerite Duras—how often do we see the ancient moon today, 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 oneself for a loved one" of youth, the "saying it's a cool autumn" of youth—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 by when the water runs out and the flowers fall. Pornography is the scenery woven with the unrewarded golden thread. After seeing all the spring colors of the world, looking back suddenly, there is you, there is me. Pornography is the dream written with the passionate blood of the cuckoo, picking up a drifting red leaf in the dream, for you, for me. Pornography can be understood but not expressed. All the unrewarded and all the passionate in the world are woven into a book. Under the red window and bamboo shadows, by the lamp, laughing at life, how often do we wake from dreams.