Morning everyone,today i will introduce a film to you all.its name is the legend of 1900,its not talk about stories happened in 1900 ,its mainly about a pianist who was born, lived and died in a ship and never left the ship with a special name .yes his name is 1900 .an orphan was adopted by a black man working on the ship
To be honest i have download this film for a long time ,but i didn't watch it ,because i think it won't be very interesting .just a pianist ,what wonderful story can happen to him ?
But recently i just opened it by accident ,firstly it was really very
dull ,no famous film star ,no interesting plot,no wonderful kungfu.but finally my eyesight was caught by the pianist , He's a man so intelligent, that he can play the piano as if he has four arms,and also he's a man so stupid that he chose to stay on the ship gone with the wind and storm while he can ashore and become the most famous pianist.what's more ,at the end when the ship should be destroyed he still refused to leave and finally died with the ship.
Someone may see this film as a tragedy,but is it really one ?maybe the end was indeed so sad ,most of us would feel its a pity to see his died .But one thing is for sure: this man is a real artist--pianist. Only a man like him can dance with the piano in a terrifying storm. Only a man like him can give up desire of reputation and money on the land. Only a man like him... can have such a beautiful story to tell... It is really difficult to image what will happen if 1900 set foot on land ?start an ordinary life and become vulgar ,be absorbed in chasing fame and fortune .no ,we don't want to see that ,so the story just stop here ,even painful and sad .
Just let us remember him A man never existed. He has never set foot on land in his entire life. No ID. No passport. No Visa. No parents. No birthday. Nothing in the world belongs to him except his music.
Tim Roth stars in the first English language film by Cinema Paradiso director Giuseppe Tornatore. A fantastical, historical fable about a gifted pianist born and raised on a cruise ship
Though Italian director Giuseppe Tornatore's Oscar-winning Cinema Paradiso was one of the surprise hits of the 80s, subsequently his profile has been low. Perhaps in an effort to rectify this, here he presents his first English language film, a lavish and unashamedly sentimental fable based on a monologue by Italian writer Alessandro Baricco. Given a ruthless studio edit before its release, more than once it threatens to drift off into whimsy, but remains on course, thanks to the firm presence of Tim Roth in the title role.
Told in flashback, it's the story of Danny Boodmann TD Lemon 1900 (Roth)， so-named because he was found as an infant in 1900, lodged in a crate of lemons aboard a luxury cruise liner. Growing up at sea, it swiftly becomes apparent that 1900 is a gifted - possibly even genius - pianist. His legend spreads and jazz giant Jelly Roll Morton (Williams) even comes aboard to hear him play. Years later and narrator/former band member Max Tooney (Vince) is pawning the trumpet he blew alongside 1900 when he hears the ship is to be sunk. Could it be that 1900 is still somewhere on board, mooning over a mysterious beauty known only as 'The Girl' (Thierry) while working up a lonely rag?
To an extent it's a film uncertain about its own destination and some wobbly dialogue means 1900 himself remains a bit of an enigma. En route, however, are some great set-pieces such as 1900's knuckle-busting keyboard duel with Morton and his ride round the room on top of a piano. Ennio Morricone's score ensures the music is at least as important as the sumptuous visuals, and is supplemented by some great jazz piano numbers by Scott Joplin and (the real) Jelly Roll Morton.
By turns compelling, confounding, and occasionally just downright odd, Tornatore's ocean-going epic contains much to admire. True, there are moments when it threatens to sink beneath a tide of sentiment, but an understated performance by Tim Roth and the music which forms the film's heart make this an unusual but worthwhile venture.
All that city.You just couldn't see the end to it.The end?Please?You please just show me where it ends?It was all very fine on that gangway.And Iwas grand too,in my overcoat.I cut quite afigure.And Iwas getting off.Guaranteed.There was no problem.It wasn't what Isaw that stopped me,Max.It was what Ididn't see.You understand that?What Ididn't see.In all that sprawling city there was everything except an end.There was no end.What Idid not see was where the whole thing came to an end.The end of the world.
Take apiano.The keys begin,the keys end.You know there are eighty-eight of them,nobody can tell you any different.They are not infinite.You are infinite.And on these keys the music that you can make is infinite.I like that.That Ican live by.
You get me up on that gangway and you're rolling out in front of me akeyboard of millions of keys,millions and billions of keys that never end,and that's the truth,Max.That they never end.That keyboard is infinite.And if that keyboard is infinite,then on that keyboard there is no music you can play.You're sitting on the wrong bench.That's God's piano.
Christ！Did,did you see the streets?Just the streets…There were thousands of them！And how do you do it down there?How do you choose just one?One woman,one house,one piece of land to call your own,one landscape to look at,one way to die.
All that world is weighing down on me,you don't even know where it comes to an end,and aren't you ever just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it?The enormity of living it?
I was born on this ship,and the world passed me by,but two thousand people at atime.And there were wishes here,but never more than fit between prow and stern.You played out your happiness,but on apiano that was not infinite.I learned to live that way.
Land?Land is aship too big for me.It's awoman too beautiful；it's avoyage too long,a perfume too strong.It's amusic Idon't know how to make.I could never get off this ship.At best,I can step off my life.After all,I don't exist for anyone.You're an exception,Max,you're the only one who knows I'm here.You're aminority,and you better get used to it.Forgive me,my friend,but I'm not getting off.
This is the way the world ends Not with abang but awhimper.