--------------------------------------------------------------------------------影评：He is a man so brave that he can play music on an imaginary piano amidst the ship's destruction, where he was born, lived, and ultimately died. Yet, he is a man so fearful that he cannot face the vast and complexities of everyday city life. He is a man with such profound intelligence that his piano playing seems to require four hands, or rather, the touch of God. Despite this, he is often perceived as foolish for choosing to sail away with the wind rather than embracing the possibility of love with a beautiful woman and fathering a child.He perceives the world around him with such acuity that he can articulate others' emotions through his music. Yet, he can be so emotionally detached that he prefers to vanish after a tender kiss, rather than revealing his feelings to the woman he loves. Undoubtedly, this man is a genuine artist—a pianist. Only someone like him could dance with the piano during a violent storm. Only he could concede the first two rounds of a competition yet decisively triumph in the final round. Only a man like him... could have such a poignant story to tell.This man is Danny Boodmann T.D. Lemon Nineteen Hundred, better known simply as "1900." He is a figure so extraordinary he never set foot on land, with no identification, no passport, no visa, no parents, no birthday, and nothing belonging to him except his music. So, he played—for the first-class passengers, for the steerage passengers, for the girl at the window, for the night's darkness, for the beat of his own heart, for the sea—his eternal home.He once desired to disembark, to meet his beloved and to hear the voice of the sea he longed for. He bid farewell to his friends, walked down the gangplank, but his steps grew slower and slower until he halted. As he confessed at the movie's end: "1900: that city, it was endless. You couldn't see the end to it. The end? Please? Show me where it ends. It looked fine from that gangplank, and I looked good in my overcoat. I made an impression. I was going to step off. For sure. There was no issue. It wasn't what I saw that stopped me, Max. It was what I didn't see. You understand? What I didn't see. In that vast city, there was everything except an end. There was no end. What I didn't see was where it all came to an end. The end of the world..."Take a piano. The keys start, the keys end. There are eighty-eight of them, and no one can tell you different. They are not infinite. You are infinite. On these keys, you can create endless music. I like that. I can live with that. You bring me up on that gangplank, and you're rolling out in front of me a keyboard with millions of keys, billions and trillions that never end, and that's the truth, Max. They never end. That keyboard is infinite. And if that keyboard is infinite, then there's no music you can play. You're sitting on the wrong bench. That's God's piano. Christ! Did you see the streets? Just the streets? There were thousands of them! And how do you choose just one? One woman, one house, one piece of land to call your own, one view to look at, one way to die... All that world is too heavy for me, you don't even know where it ends, and aren't you ever scared of just breaking apart at the thought of it? The vastness of living it? I was born on this ship, and the world passed me by, but only two thousand people at a time. There were dreams here, but never more than could fit between the ship's prow and stern. You played out your happiness, but on a piano that was not infinite. I learned to live that way. Land? Land is a ship too big for me. It's a woman too beautiful; it's a journey too long, a perfume too strong. It's a music I don't know how to play. 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 a minority, and you better get used to it. Forgive me, my friend, but I'm not getting off."He did not disembark. That was his decision, and he stuck to it. As mentioned earlier, he died with the ship in a cataclysmic explosion. At this juncture in the film, I believe no heart can withhold its tears.This movie, directed by Giuseppe Tornatore, who also helmed "Nuovo cinema Paradiso" and "Malèna," is a testament to the legend of 1900. Some suggest the tale of 1900 is Tornatore's compromise to Hollywood's commercial film style. However, my knowledge on the subject is limited. Regardless, it is an exceptional film, with much to commend.
