The Gleaners & I Comments

Adriel 2022-04-22 07:01:49

It is the love and romance that she grew up on the ground, so it is neither light nor illusory. "Some people pick up waste because they are forced by life, some pick up waste because they are artists, and some pick up waste because they like to pick up waste." Varda has the highest respect, curiosity and love for individuals and human nature, and once again led me to know To those I am sure there are but the details are absent. I will not forget the man in the documentary who picks up the...

Xzavier 2022-04-22 07:01:49

I agree with the short comment that Varda's documentary is a film with love. Only with love as the starting point can a film truly see a world beyond the photographer's own. Only love can open oneself and let go of the self to allow the world and others to enter the image. This is what many self-proclaimed independent documentary filmmakers fail to do. More people either can't wait to express their opinions or disguise their emotions as the images are essentially giant babies and brainless...

Christiana 2022-04-22 07:01:49

[January 10, 2019-Beijing Film Academy-Mr. Shan Wanli's class screening explanation] Mr. Shan Wanli told many stories with Grandma Varda (the story of participating in a film festival when he came to Beijing in 2012 and visiting Grandma Varda's house). Scavengers are a tribute to the earth. The cuteness of collecting heart-shaped potatoes, and the Rap interspersed in the film, is a unique and emotional perspective. May Grandma Varda live...

Dameon 2022-04-22 07:01:49

Taking the line of picking up garbage and picking up surplus agricultural products, it connects social problems, French urban and rural areas, and people encountered on the road; the connection of the narrative is to follow the train of thought. There is no melancholy, full of innocence and fun. The people who meet each other have their own luck and misfortune, but they are all sincere and frank, shining. / And Laplanche appeared for ten minutes! //Hope it's legal to pick up trash in...

Ed 2022-04-22 07:01:49

I didn't expect that I ended up eating Murakami's very wonderful movie-watching experience. Agnès is really interesting. In fact, picking up, shopping blindly, or collecting, or collecting, is a different way of life. On the contrary, the essence of separation is actually different. It's just a way of life. If it has nothing to do with survival, in fact, everything can become art. Art is a public and private thing. From another perspective, aren't many so-called works of art "garbage" because...

Evans 2022-04-22 07:01:49

- Varda's documentaries are always full, except that the record always maintains the discourse, the pure artistic concept, and the supreme aesthetic capture. The id that is not coerced by class and life, the author's...

Nyasia 2022-04-22 07:01:49

Varda really democratized art in [The Scavengers]. The scavengers in the camera are full of dignity and shine with the brilliance of humanity. This is thanks to her curious eyes off-camera. Through her self-examination narration, she puts herself in the position of a scavenger, picking up ears of grain that have been abandoned for her art. In this way, art and reality are truly on equal footing. Movies come from life, and finally serve...

Blanca 2022-04-21 09:03:19

5.0 Varda's freedom is built on an extremely meticulous core theme, and it's amazing that no matter what kind of person is in Varda's lens, you can feel the character's more or less cuteness and authenticity, whether good or bad. . For many people, scavenging is both a survival and a spiritual need. Varda picks up the rest of us lost in consumerism. (Varda Rap is so...

Evert 2022-04-21 09:03:19

7.0 In creation, searching is boring, and discovery is the foundation. Varda may be saying that the best material is often not in the high places, and in the most everyday places where few people pay attention. We need to be physically close (capturing and engaging) to pick it up. Grandma is so...

Retta 2022-04-21 09:03:19

The clock with the hands abdicated, hoping to empty the meaning of giving more, a view filtered and colluded, oxidized to rust-like red, forced and impatient to solitaire, bent over to block the attack that broke out, and supported the next festival. The wall that comes with the current charging, and the leaking wall is really enough for me to understand, where is the other place in life, the picture is not stolen, the piece is pryed loose, and the old hand rides on the heart-shaped...