Why Star Cowboy is a masterpiece?

Star Cowboy is a TV animation produced by Sunrise Animation Company of Japan, and it is a truly postmodern work. This is not only reflected in the interpretation of the concept of "self" in the whole drama, but also in the synthesis and confusion of various film styles and genres. First of all, it is a space western, but it is not only satisfied with this, so in the development of CB plot, almost all the story types we know have appeared.

Film noir, Gothic horror films, feature films, black comedies, neurotic comedies, spy action films, crime films, romantic films, sad films, martial arts films, philosophy films, science fiction films, supernatural films, pessimistic or optimistic farce, parody films.

Every word of it is completely different from the last one. It is hard to believe that the dazzling spoof "Mushroom Samba" and the tragic and cruel "Real Folk Blues" actually come from the same animation series if its purpose is not to create characters.

The world where the story takes place is obviously full of postmodern atmosphere. The spaceship flew over the empty door that had timed out, but once it landed on the ground, it still used the pistol of the 20th century in the battle.

The picturesque bay in the movie always looks like a part of the Japanese coast now. Although the giant Jupiter surrounded by gas hangs in the sky like a mirage, like a kind giant god, it still can't take away the beauty and luster of these seascapes.

Followed by music-tribal drums and hymns, electronic dance music, jazz trumpet and saxophone, rock guitar and blues harmonica, the composer Miss yoko kanno selected the most perfect style and orchestration, and performed a clever interpretation with the help of the band.

I think, of the four people, Faye is the most pitiful, Spike is the most charming, Edward is the most beloved, and Jeter is the most unknown. I've always had the feeling that Spike, Faye and Edward are all like Ain, like Jeter's pet adopted on his boat.

When I'm hungry, I put on a white apron and make them a plate of shredded green peppers instead of shredded pork. Give them a sofa that is not so spacious when they are sleepy. When I want to play, I let them go out and wander in the wind. When I want to go home, Bebop always opens the door for them ... Faye said, "I have nowhere to go ...".

Dai Sato, although his works are only three words, it is no exaggeration to say that he is the most important aspect of the iron triangle that constitutes the perfect style of CB. Yoko and Noben are rare wizards, but the emotions brought by their works can be equally established if they are put into works of any era background. Only Sato's bold and unconstrained three words are perfectly integrated with CB's atmosphere of the times. In other words, Sato's works are entirely for CB.

You may not have heard his name, but every work he participates in is a hall-level benchmark that every anime fan must know. Since the smash hit of Macross Plus in those years, the two TV versions of Ghost in the Eggshell have caused a sensation. It can be seen that the idea he has been carrying out is about how to save ourselves after the collapse of modernity in human society.

Various theoretical frameworks on self-awareness, morality, rationality and the relationship between subject and object put forward by countless philosophical philosophers have been completely dissolved in post-modern society. Where will mankind go from here? Maybe we can be isolated like HEX and forget the world in a leisurely game (15 Bohemian Rhapsody).

Or abandon the machine that produces desire-the body, and store the soul in the sea of Wang Yang in the information network (23 words brain scraping); Or like ED, take control of your own destiny with simple faith and hands (9 words jump with ED). When ED stood alone by the sea, waiting for CB members to come back and keep their promises, it was the saddest scene in the whole story-everyone gave up their promises and beliefs, and we lost our poetic spiritual home.

Bebop began to take off, and the loneliness and expectation of human beings surrounded by high technology seemed to drift away with the waves. When Ed took out the remote control and flew back to his eyes with Bebop, the significance of existentialism lies in his strong will and free choice. No one can be saved by you except yourself. No one needs you to save, except yourself.

The story only vaguely passed through the hands of others, completing the follow-up of their stories. About the reconciliation between Jet and women, Faye's memory recovery, the encounter and wandering between Ein and Ed, and Spike's death. The story just shows what they experienced happily together, without burden, dripping with joy and never mentioning the past.

It's like Bebop can live forever, even if it's always hungry, it always lets the criminals get away and gets no reward. Will not grow old, will not grow up, will not remember, nothing will happen. When we can be together, we can treat ourselves as an ordinary person on Bebop, slap each other, love each other, and get used to such disharmony, which is very beautiful.

This routine is very classic: human beings are constantly plunged into chaos in the first modernization that they create and are proud of, and finally the exponential vigorous development reaches a critical point, which inevitably brings some catastrophic or devastating blows to human beings in some way, leaving behind ruins that human beings can't clean up.

Such ruins are becoming an indelible scar in the process of human civilization and a part of the melancholy of the post-modern era. To put it more bluntly, the depression in the post-modern era is a kind of helplessness brought by human beings questioning their own development possibilities.

All along, mankind has been blowing the horn to advance, develop and develop. The moon was blown up (cowboy Bebop), the earth's resources were exhausted (a lot of science fiction works), the city was destroyed by a nuclear world war, and even the continental plate was broken (GIG).

This man's ending is not fate, inevitability, or the commanding height of emotional generation, but seems to be just a joke. It cuts into your heart and makes you hear the laughter of the whole world. Their happiness, their absurdity, their stupidity, their numbness, their irretrievability-and then you find that you don't even have the strength to cry about it.

The camera zoomed from the man's sleeping face to the sky. It dawned and fell into the night, just like the end of a lame Roman story, which extinguished a star symbolizing life. There seems to be nothing to do but close your chin and mouth and pat your ass with wet and dry eyes. At this time, you find that the story is on your shoulder and time can't solve it.