In this era of the supremacy of visual effects,
can be called very "boring". The constant tone of
, the rigid camera position, the almost non-existent soundtrack of
,
can even sum up the whole movie in four words:
pedaling three rounds, shaving your head, playing mahjong, and being in a daze.
, however, is such a "rough" movie, which rarely gets a high score of 9.1 on Douban. This movie is called "The Shaver", and the protagonist who is known as the uncle is played in true colors. Uncle Jing's real name is Jingkui , and he is a genuine old Beijing shaver. This movie basically records his old life.
A craft can be passed down for a hundred years, but a craftsman can be remembered for decades at most. When their old patron Gu Xian passed away, their story disappeared. From this perspective, Jing Kui was lucky to be recorded.
Uncle Jing is a great man. He was born in the second year of the Republic of China. He attended a private school and learned Kungfu and Wushu. Later, as a shopkeeper, he opened a shaving shop, and the patrons were all big people with good looks. Fu Zuoyi, Peking Opera's Tan Xinpei, and Mei Lanfang were all four famous men who asked him to shave their heads. Uncle
Jing is over ninety years old. He is too early to pass the year of mackerel, and is about to expire. At this age, a person can live very well. Listening to his daily words, one or two will know: is famous and rich, and they can only live for a lifetime; I won in mahjong last month and lost this month. It is normal. He is like Wang Zengqi's writing, the living old man who eats noodles, basks in the sun and hugs his knees to watch the world every day.
Uncle Jing's biggest feature is that he loves to comb his hair and always carries a comb with him. His mantra is: people want to be clean and quick.
Mr. Jing is still very busy now, busy going to the old patrons' house to shave their heads. He is getting older, especially the old customers, and there are fewer appointments on the calendar than before. He has been counting, and more than 400 people have been sent away. There are not many people left now.
Laomi is one of his guests. He sits on the bed every day and doesn't bother to move. There is only one black cat in the house that looks a little angry. Every time Grandpa Jing comes to shave his head, it is his happiest time. Because someone can chat.
"Don't watch TV at home, play cards when you have time, use your brain to treat the elderly. Put on new clothes, be clean and tidy." This is the advice he gave to Laomi when he came last time. But I didn't expect this to be the last time we met.
When Uncle Jing came for the second time, Lao Mi had been walking for three days, and the body was stinking in the room. Uncle Jing called an ambulance, lit a cigarette, and sat in the yard to see the doctor coming and going to collect the body.
After everyone left, he took off the cigarette and left. Lao Mi's cat secretly jumped into three rounds at some point. He looked back and didn't drive away the dark little guy. In the background sound, the radio is still cheering for the countdown to the 2008 Olympic Games. In the era, he ran forward without stopping, and the cost of his door-to-door shave was still 5 yuan, as if he had never been on the train of time.
Mr. Jing rides three rounds a day, passing by an old shop selling big belly. The boss is his regular customer who shaves his head. He is the regular customer of the boss restaurant, and the shop has reserved a special window seat for him. Basking here every day, chatting, and ordering an authentic belly, is his great happiness in the day. Beijing’s authentic belly is getting less and less.
Some time ago, the boss also passed away. When he walked into the store again, he saw two young men sitting in his seat. The boss's son said all the good things, but the other party still refused to change seats, and finally Grandpa Jing chose to pack and go home. Maybe he realized that his time is over. When
came home, Laomi's black cat was waiting for him. Uncle Jing looked at the clock in a daze and waited for dinner. This clock is too old to be repaired in a watch shop. slows down by 5 minutes every day, so the last thing before going to bed every day is to dial the clock first.
waited until the bell rang, Grandpa Jing began to eat. During the period, the director of the neighborhood committee came to inform him to prepare a photo, and to change the second-generation ID card, valid for 20 years. After the director left, he said to the cat: Old man, the validity period is twenty years. don't knowIs it to myself, or to old friends who have passed away, or is it a ridicule of this deadline, can I still use it?
His calendar is like a book of life and death, old friends left one by one in the order in which he ticked. Uncle Jing had a rare insomnia, and he began to think about his funeral. Sooner or later it was his turn. He didn't want to bother anyone, just like he was decent, he wanted to go clean and swift.
heard that the funeral home has an appointment service for collecting corpses, so he called to consult, and the reply was: prepare a photo, plus a 500-character biographical introduction. This is the way people live, no matter how beautiful and famous during their lifetime, the end is a photo plus a brief introduction.
In order to prepare photos, he went to a suit shop to buy tunic suits, but the result was gone. In his concept, tunic suits are still the most formal clothing. Just like his craftsmanship, it is still the best, but it is lost to the colorful hair salon.
In the dead of night, he talked about the tape recorder, starting from when he was a schoolchild serving the master, and talking about the regular customers. It seems to be sorting out the memories, and it seems to be telling their own stories to future generations. Finally, the tape was finally recorded, but the tape was destroyed by Laomi’s cat. Uncle Jing was stunned, but didn't care.
The director of the neighborhood committee sent his ID card, and Grandpa Jing was about to go out. As a result, I was dizzy on the street, so I hurriedly stopped and sat down beside the road.
He slowly took out the comb and wanted to comb his hair again. Before he could take off the hat, the hand held in the air dropped.
After a long time, Grandpa Jing woke up. This time, he stopped to shave his head in front of Ban Cun Wang’s stall at the root of the wall that he passed every day. "One finger on the head, two fingers behind, looking for both sides," he said. "You pay attention to it." King Bancun praised. Not many people understand these days.
After shaving his head, he went to the photo studio to take pictures of himself. That night, he sat face to face with his portrait at home for a long time.
The next morning, the inaccurate clock stopped. Uncle Jing, who had been waking up at the same time all his life, did not get up. When the audience thought that Uncle Jing had passed away in a dream, he slowly sat up and said: "I accidentally overslept." Why did the director
arrange such an ending? Maybe that morning, it was not Mr. Jing who died, but his craft. because there are no more people who understand his craft. Just like old friends playing mahjong together, one less in a few days. Some crafts, just like people, will disappear after all.
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