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Nico 2022-03-19 09:01:07
See you again next...
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Augustus 2022-03-19 09:01:07
If there are people who don’t know what is called a literary film in a literary film, I am afraid this film can be used as a textbook definition: 1) French New Wave 2) Black and White Old Film 3) Literary Film Title Guide 4) Writer Film 5) Narrative Time and Space Confusion 6) Beautiful words, narration/confessions a lot 7) Exaggerated shooting techniques, such as character freezes and a series of strong flashbacks 8) The plot is downplayed, and it takes more than an hour to talk about a man...
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Guadalupe 2022-03-19 09:01:07
Reminds me of Borges' movies....
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Chadrick 2022-03-19 09:01:07
French film #300. Made by a five-star god. The overlapping of sound and picture, the reality created by the narrator's narration. God clip, God script. Highly dramatic or sculptural performance. Anti-narrative. Nothing can be overstated about this...
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Rylan 2022-03-19 09:01:07
The baroque scene, the true and false affair amidst the noise, the narrative is rather vague. What's awesome is the use of editing and narration to sculpt the memory, while at the same time exploring the truth of the memory (that game is also the direction). This movie language is simply a declaration of war on words. The whole pipe organ is tired to hear, but if you remove the music, the viewing obstacles may be even...
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Van 2022-03-18 09:01:05
The film that Renai and Grillet collaborated with has obvious author's film characteristics. It has an interesting discussion on the boundary and interaction between fiction and reality. At the same time, it can also be seen as an exploration of memory and historical authenticity. In this sense, memory has the possibility of self-reconstruction under external/internal cues, and history is also reshaped. In the process of continuous interpretation, the truth of things begins to become vague and...
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Zachery 2022-03-18 09:01:05
It is awesome because of the real video system, pretending to be forced because of the incomprehensibility of the plot, and stupid because most people can't understand...
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Cathryn 2022-03-17 09:01:06
In this door last year, the young lady was so familiar with it. Zhuang Sheng explained his dreams of butterflies, buried Huanian in the Qiluo pile, and used to be troubled by the sea. Except for the red mansion, it is not a dream. It is true and false, but also true. Last year, today is in this...
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Lucinda 2022-03-17 09:01:06
Go farther than love in Hiroshima. The ultimate in sleep movies is...
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Dovie 2022-03-16 09:01:06
Light (a lot of straight light for the characters), composition (extremely symmetrical), camera movement (both pushing and panning are used to the extreme, and outstandingly expressing the cramped space), the setting of supporting actors and extras (woody, stagnant), sound and picture Separation (the text and images remain separate) caused by overexposure (that is, the feeling of modernist literature and movies), as well as audio (such as sudden silence at climax) and music (somewhat...
Last Year at Marienbad Comments
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Megane 2022-01-12 08:01:29
The structure of words to existence, words are no longer tools, but essence
Words are no longer a tool for the structure of existence, but the essence. The
movie tells the viewer from the beginning that words play a big role in this movie.
The beginning of the film is a gray relief, and gradually a man’s voice sounded, and he began to say something: "... a quiet... -
Megane 2022-03-24 09:03:01
The myth of the infinite minimum
When watching Alain Resnais's films, you must choose a good time. This is not because of the dullness of the work, but because of the level of subtitle translation, the jumping out of the sense of substitution, and the anti-traditional narrative and fragmented display. How difficult is the viewing...
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[X wanders through the hotel's corridors cataloging items he sees]
X: Empty salons. Corridors. Salons. Doors. Doors. Salons. Empty chairs, deep armchairs, thick carpets. Heavy hangings. Stairs, steps. Steps, one after the other. Glass objects, objects still intact, empty glasses. A glass that falls, three, two, one, zero. Glass partition, letters.
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X: I must have you alive. Alive, as you have already been every evening, for weeks, for months.
A: I have never stayed so long anywhere.
X: Yes, I know. I don't care. For days and days. Why don't you still want to remember anything?
A: You're raving! I'm tired, leave me alone!
