I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

When Ms. Merritt Leslie in France got the copied CD, she had already watched several heavyweight works to be selected this time.

Including a film from a Middle Eastern director about a protagonist who is imprisoned for debt and interacts with his autistic son and his girlfriend, and a film about a father who continues to commit crimes and struggles to find his missing son. , and a film in which a woman rides a train to have an extramarital affair and ends up spending a lot of time in the carriage with an Eastern European miner.

Most of these movies focus on human nature, family love, self, crime, and have the style of art films.

Moreover, most of the films are works by non-European and American directors. Works from non-developed countries such as the Middle East, Eastern Europe, and South America are the mainstream. In the lenses of these directors, their hometowns are shrouded in a layer of mystery and full of primitive wildness. Movies with exotic scenes dominate the mainstream.

Of course, the narratives of most of the films are relatively dull, usually one or two people talking in some very dark scenes with some specious riddle-like dialogue, and then mixed with elements such as violence and sex.

According to Ms. Merritt, this year's Palme d'Or should be among these films.

As for All Quiet Spring?

Sorry, I'm really unfamiliar.

She originally wanted to fast forward and finish the movie as if she had seen it. Anyway, in Ms. Merritt's expectation, this movie was nothing more than some personal heroism and masculinity, and then paired with the beauty of a beautiful girl. Graceful and gentle, like those superhero movies that make Ms. Merritt vomit just by smelling it.

This kind of movie can't even get nominated, so it's not worth wasting your time.

However, in the evening, her colleague and fellow film critic Professor Michael Weaver sent her a special email.

"Dear Merritt, I think you must watch "All Quiet Spring". This work is so perfect. If any work this year can be called art, then I think it must be this one. One, I can't explain more to you. This is a work that can make people feel and heal from the bottom of their hearts. You must watch the whole thing. Oh my god, I have never felt such a shock. I dare you. I guarantee you that this is a work that you will not regret after reading it and will recommend it to others!”

Professor Michael himself is not a typical outgoing and enthusiastic Frenchman, so Ms. Merritt was quite surprised when she saw him describing a work in this way.

He's not the kind of person who would use those words to praise a bad movie.

Could it be that..."All Quiet Spring" is really excellent?

Ms. Merritt came to the screening room of her house, put the disc into the computer suspiciously, poured herself a martini, and then closed the door.

She had no children before the divorce. After the divorce, she has been living alone in a single house in the suburbs. The humidity unique to this season in the French countryside has invaded the moss on the walls. The vast farmland is filled with white mist. It is a night suitable for drinking. .

After checking the view outside the window, Ms. Merritt closed the curtains and clicked the play button.

At the beginning of the film, it was dark.

In the dark night, something was crawling forward.

In the dim night, Ms. Merritt saw that they were a group of monsters.

She had never seen these monsters before. Each one was twisted to the extreme, like a painting drawn by a drunken drug addict. Just one look at it was enough to shock her soul.

She was a little dizzy for a moment.

"That bastard Michael..."

Ms. Merritt couldn't help but curse. Could it be that the old man let her watch it because of the terrifying scene at the beginning?

Has he ever been so boring! ! ?

However, the monster scene at the beginning made Ms. Merritt even more certain that this movie was just another commercial movie, and it was also a horror thriller that they, the artists, most despised.

She picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and rubbed her temples to steady herself.

Monsters are wreaking havoc in the island's villages, devouring humans.

Compared with the violence between humans in ordinary movies, this wild struggle between man and nature is more shocking. Even though Ms. Merritt is well-informed, she can't help but feel frightened and tightens her fingers on the wine glass.

At this time, a pale flame came from the sky, like an arrow, falling into the monster.

The whole world lights up.

Those ferocious and twisted monsters were burned by the flames, connecting the vegetation, villages, and the earth.

Everything fell into nothingness in the pale flame.

Only a few surviving villagers and children got on the boat and drifted away.

One of the children turned to look at the island where he was born. The island was burning, reflecting the child's profile.

At the same time as the transition, the subtitles also briefly introduce the background of the world.

Ms. Merritt had no previous knowledge of this work, but after reading this paragraph, she could probably figure out the background of the story.

"So, it must be that this child went on a journey with that miko when he grew up?"

Ms. Merritt has read countless films, so this kind of development is easy to guess.

After the transition ended and the title was typed, the entire screen lit up.

Just like in the trailer, the spring scene arrived with cherry blossoms. Ms. Merritt took another sip of wine. While she felt tipsy, the endearing warmth of spring burst out from the screen, and people came and went on the street. , bustling and full of life.

The protagonist and several mercenaries who were with him were walking on the street. They saw merchants setting up stalls, children playing, women holding umbrellas walking under the falling cherry blossoms, and people carrying goods. A coolie in her prime, a woman who calms her children.

In just a few shots, the atmosphere of the entire town can be seen at a glance.

The protagonist and his companion arrived at the door of the most magnificent building in the town. Under the guidance of the maid, they walked into the courtyard and walked through the corridors.

At this time, the protagonist seemed to feel something in his heart. He raised his head and looked at Yiyu.

The camera moved along with his perspective. In front of the window sill of a building, a black-haired woman was watching.

Ms. Merritt immediately recognized this as the heroine of the trailer.

However, the heroine at this time gave her a feeling of coldness, indifference, and alienation.

The protagonist only got a glimpse and quickly turned away.

At the same time, the eldest sister next to her explained that this was a genius miko and the hope of the entire Wajima.

"Old fashioned."

Ms. Merritt couldn't help but whisper. She had seen too many stories like this. The template of a road movie could be used in both commercial and art films. It seemed that Lu Jian was just an ordinary director, nothing more!

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