Hold! Shocked! stunned! I'm blinded! Isn't Bergman the Dostoevsky of the film industry? When a person watches a movie and finally sees "The Seventh Seal", the mental shock encountered is similar to that of a novel lover who suddenly reads the chapter "The Inquisitor" one day! The body collapsed, the soul was agitated, and he was in a state of madness. Like a primitive man with wholesale tattoos, he put on his mask, and then hurriedly entered the crowd dancing around the fire, howling loudly, calling for the unfeasible at that time. name of the gods. In the messy dance steps and the mournful singing, the desire of the beasts from a long time ago wandered, and together came the strange feeling that was expanding from generation to generation, which was the first time when I was crying in front of the corpse of my compatriots. , He was clearly lying here, why didn't he speak? Why doesn't he move? Where did he go? Will he come back to us? Will I leave like him too? Questions because of curiosity, fear because of confusion, and nowhere to put this brand-new and completely unfamiliar life experience that has just awakened after regaining consciousness. To this day, people are still asking questions out of curiosity, and still fearful because of unanswered questions. Death is an eternal proposition, the supreme spiritual carrier of all nations in human history, some are written, some are paintings, some are sculptures, some are rituals, and death is always discussed. Once there is this attribute, it means that it has no answer. No answer so forever blank. When I was watching the movie tonight, I almost touched "Ecstasy", when the clowns were performing, a group of plague patients in tattered clothes beat themselves with thorns and stumbled to the woodcut Jesus in the courtyard. Like crouching down in front of them and shouting, just like the religious rituals of primitive people, they must have been in the magic field at that time, weightless like a lonely ghost, falling into the wind and swaying involuntarily. I was also weightless at the time, my head was foggy and blank, and I almost stood up from the chair and stumbled and shouted together with them. In the end, the reason why I stayed in the chair and didn't move and didn't get into the crazy movement was first and foremost. I am frivolous, and with my shallow intelligence and lack of spiritual energy, this crucial innate condition determines that I will never reach the center of the magic field at a certain moment, and I can only see a little light on the periphery. Another more direct reason is that my life is not pure and thorough enough, and my life is too persistent and forceful. The countless distracting thoughts and worries in my heart prevent me from entering any state of "no-self", and I cannot even carry out an undisturbed and in-depth thinking. . I believe ecstasy is the highest spiritual enjoyment, sacred, a psychic moment, and maybe seeing him. Ecstatic pleasure is far superior to orgasm, the latter is not difficult to obtain, and the latter is difficult to define whether it is physical or spiritual Happiness, ecstasy is undoubtedly the fullest and most complete spiritual pleasure, but how many people can really enter that world? Except for the Jew who led the crowd through the Sinai desert and split the Red Sea, the prince who described the withered under the linden tree, the pure mother, the man who saw through the lies and did not save himself, the bearded man who ran at night under the stars , apart from them, it is difficult to pinpoint any other face with precision. However, among all the peoples that have ever been, someone has reached out and touched that eternal proposition, when they wrote, when they carved, when they danced, when they put on a mask, when they ignited At the moment of the torch, at the moment when they chanted the spell, some of them must have been ecstatic. And among all the peoples that still exist, there are still people who will write, sculpt, dance, make masks and totems, light torches, recite incantations, and then slip into a state of ecstasy to enjoy life in full bloom. As long as curiosity and fear do not disappear, people will pursue ecstasy like dogs pursue their prey, and if they don't get it, at least they are always on the way to ecstasy.
At this point, there is also a piece of evidence that can prove that I did have a mental disorder after watching this movie. I was speechless at first, in shock, completely frightened by Bergman. I was flustered and confused when I watched this movie. Digestion. As a result, the ghosts and gods have said so much, and now I am empty and lost. I feel disgusted and blush because of these nonsense, and I can't bear to delete them. I am really a confused and hypocritical bastard!
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