英文影评

　　He'samansobrave,thathecanplaytheimaginarypianowhenexplodedwiththeshiphewasborn,livedanddiedin.Yethe'samansoscared,thathecannotfacetheinfinitecitylifewearelivingeveryday.He'samansointelligent,thathecanplaythepianoasifhehasfourarms(orI'drathersay,hehasGod'sarms).Yethe'samansostupid,thathechosetogonewiththewindwhilehe'sotherchoicecouldbemarryingabeautifulwomanandhavingachild.He'samansoperceptive,thathecouldusehismusiclanguagetodescribeexactlyothers'feelings.Yethe'samansoinsensitivethathe'dratherdisappearafteragentlekissonhisbelovedwhileshe'sasleepthanunburdenhimselfandtellher"ILU".

　　Butonethingisforsure:thismanisarealartist--pianist.Onlyamanlikehimcandancewiththepianoinaterrifyingstorm.Onlyamanlikehimcangiveupthefirsttwoboutsofaduel,andbeatthecompetitorentirely,convincingly,potentlyinthelastbout.Onlyamanlikehim...canhavesuchabeautifulstorytotell...

　　ThismanisDannyBoodmannT.D.LemonNineteenHundred,whoisalsoknownassimply"1900".Amanneverexisted.Hehasneversetfootonlandinhisentirelife.NoID.Nopassport.NoVisa.Noparents.Nobirthday.Nothingintheworldbelongstohimexcepthismusic.

　　Soheplayed.Forthefirstclassguests.Forthethirdclassmembers.Forthegirlatthewindow.Forthedarknessofthenight.Fortheheartbeatofhisown.Forthesea--hiseternalhome.

　　Hehadoncewantedtogetofftheship.Tomeethisgirlandtohearthevoiceofthesea,ashealwayswantedto.Hehuggedfriendsgoodbyeandwavedandwentdown.Buthispacebecameslowerandslower,andfinallystopped.Ashedescribedattheendofthemovie:

　　"NineteenHundred:Allthatcity.Youjustcouldn'tseetheendtoit.Theend?Please?Youpleasejustshowmewhereitends?Itwasallveryfineonthatgangway.AndIwasgrandtoo,inmyovercoat.Icutquiteafigure.AndIwasgettingoff.Guaranteed.Therewasnoproblem.Itwasn'twhatIsawthatstoppedme,Max.ItwaswhatIdidn'tsee.Youunderstandthat?WhatIdidn'tsee.Inallthatsprawlingcitytherewaseverythingexceptanend.Therewasnoend.WhatIdidnotseewaswherethewholethingcametoanend.Theendoftheworld...Takeapiano.Thekeysbegin,thekeysend.Youknowthereareeighty-eightofthem,nobodycantellyouanydifferent.Theyarenotinfinite.Youareinfinite.Andonthesekeysthemusicthatyoucanmakeisinfinite.Ilikethat.ThatIcanliveby.Yougetmeuponthatgangwayandyou'rerollingoutinfrontofmeakeyboardofmillionsofkeys,millionsandbillionsofkeysthatneverend,andthat'sthetruth,Max.Thattheyneverend.Thatkeyboardisinfinite.Andifthatkeyboardisinfinite,thenonthatkeyboardthereisnomusicyoucanplay.You'resittingonthewrongbench.That'sGod'spiano.Christ!Did,didyouseethestreets?Justthestreets?Therewerethousandsofthem!Andhowdoyoudoitdownthere?Howdoyouchoosejustone?Onewoman,onehouse,onepieceoflandtocallyourown,onelandscapetolookat,onewaytodie...Allthatworldisweighingdownonme,youdon'tevenknowwhereitcomestoanend,andaren'tyoueverjustscaredofbreakingapartatthethoughtofit?Theenormityoflivingit?Iwasbornonthisship,andtheworldpassedmeby,buttwothousandpeopleatatime.Andtherewerewisheshere,butnevermorethanfitbetweenprowandstern.Youplayedoutyourhappiness,butonapianothatwasnotinfinite.Ilearnedto