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 obsessed with portraying it alongside violence. 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, the morning wind and the waning moon left me speechless with emotion; once, in the dim light, I recalled the eternal and unique one, and we have lost 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, 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, the music confessing endless sorrow, the great river flowing with endless sadness, the bedside changing to tomorrow's sorrow, the heart lingering 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 colors of the world, I suddenly turn back and see you, see 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, all the passionate, are gathered into a book. Under the red window and bamboo shadows, by the lamp, laughing at life, how often do we wake from dreams.