The first chapter is drowsy, and the spirit is behind. In fact, Laota's films, like his father's poems, need to be carefully scrutinized. If you search for them without utilitarianism, forget them if you can't find them. There is no need to force meaning. If I don't see it yet but think like "The Mirror", then I'll look at it later; if I think I see something, then I don't say it as the only theorem (watch a short commentary) feel).
The structure is very clear, and the audio-visual language is very fluent, so together with the characteristics of the depicted content, there is enough room for continuous interpretation. Everyone can see what you want to see, and what I see is a state in the advancement of human civilization. Maybe there is hope in the room, maybe there is no and everything is just nothingness. Who can really admit what is their truest, most urgent, and most essential desire/desire? The fulfillment of that desire or the fulfillment of that desire is nothing but a carrot hanging before a donkey.
The three that drive civilization forward, religion, art, and science, are not courageous in the process of moving forward, struggling, wandering, self-repentance, and remorse may be inspired, they are on the way to inevitable death. The most tortuous path was chosen. Looking back in front of such a vastness that means nothingness at the same time, some people see goodness, some people see desire, and some people see filth. In the end, no one entered that room, not because of the terrifying atmosphere along the way, not because of the loss of the most basic desires, but at the end of the room, the illusory imagination receded. They negated the area and the room itself. "How do you know all this?"
Literature, the writer draws lots to explore the way first, I take it as a metaphor, a metaphor for the pioneering role of literature in human culture, and it has flown the furthest cosmic distance at the level of human consciousness. It deserves to wear that crown of thorns.
The road ahead needs to be unpredictable, so as not to fall into endless nothingness. The philosophical quest is never-ending and the journey is far away. Son of the stalkers, you know what that would be like. Could the magic of mind manipulation be a hint to the answer to mysticism? Or everything is possible.
The actors looked at the camera several times, including the monologue of the final leader's wife, which made it impossible for me to pretend to be an unrelated viewer.
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