"Masquerade" - two o'clock in a line

Marques 2022-04-19 09:01:55

Bergman has a lot of works, and I will always just watch him from a distance. It was not until I came into contact with "Fanny and Alexander" that I timidly stretched out my hand to worship him. Intarkovsky said: "I like "Masquerade", I watched this film several times, and every time I have a different idea. I'm just superficial, because of a word from my favorite director, I waited for three days in emule to finally see this movie.

Amazing! In the short six-minute opening scene, I involuntarily marveled, is this really a movie from the 1960s? Very avant-garde shooting method, and the scene of focusing on the internal organs of the animal really gave me a headache and nausea. For me, who can gulp down an appetizer while watching "Killer Ah Yi", this kind of The black and white clip shouldn't irritate me, but it didn't, and I was really intimidated by those two seconds. And that bloody hand, the hand of Jesus or our human hand? I remember creepy.

This feeling continues to the end, the film revolves around two women, nurse Emma, ​​and actress Isabel. Two people of different identities meet because they each need to have a conversation with their own hearts. Isabelle is a patient, because she has been silent after a performance, refusing to say a word, Emma is her special care, what is a mask? Masks are the reality of us. Everyone has heard that many people live with masks on. After watching this movie, you may have a deeper understanding, and of course, there are fears.

Is it all Emma's hallucination? Bergman is very good at using hallucinations as a lead to slowly lead us into his world, allowing us to immerse ourselves in the inner world of the protagonists. Although I don't see much of Bergman's work, I have this feeling from the two films "Fanny and Alexander" and "Masquerade". Emma felt shamed, played and used from the letter Isabel wrote to the doctor, and her hysteria towards Isabel was, in the final analysis, a fear and a burying of reality.

She reproached Isabelle with her silence and tenderness for letting herself speak the secret of her heart. Mirror, Emma is definitely standing in front of a mirror. Wasn't her indulgence on the beach to the final abortion complemented by Isabel's pregnancy and her hatred of the child? Emma's guilt is actually a kind of liberation. If she gives birth to a child, then her attitude towards her own child is the same as Isabelle's attitude towards her own child.

If I can say it boldly, Emma is probably the only one in the resort. From the fragmented clips at the end of her car leaving alone and before, Isabel seems to be a shadow. When Emma left the resort, she disappeared, and The real soul also returned to Isabel's body. The two women strayed from the body in thought and met in the soul to form a line, all the way.

Self-reflection and disgust are the themes of this film. "Masquerade" is ringing in the depths of our hearts. Everyone has their own secrets. , everyone has their own "mask". At this time, the fact that can never be changed, depression, this film also reminds me of this invisible disease that the world fears. already suffer from depression. This society, this life, is no worse than Sweden in the 1960s.

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  • Sister Alma: Elisabet? Can I read you something from my book? Or am I disturbing you? It says here:"All the anxiety we bear with us, all our thwarted dreams, the incomprehensible cruelty, our fear of extinction, the painful insight into our earthly condition, have slowly eroded our hope of an other-wordly salvation. The howl of our faith and doubt against the darkness and silence, is one of the most awful proofs of our abandonment and our terrified, unuttered knowledge." Do you think it's like that?

  • Sister Alma: Karl-Henrik and I rented a cottage by the sea once. It was June, and we were all alone. One day, when Karl-Henrik had gone into town, I went to the beach on my own. It was a warm and lovely day. There was another girl there. She'd paddled over from another island because our beach was sunnier and more secluded. We lay there, sunbathing beside one another, complete naked, dozing now and then, putting suntan lotion on. We had those cheap straw hats on, you know? I had a blue ribbon around mine. I lay there peeping out from under my hat at the landscape and the sea and the sun. It was kind of funny. Suddenly I saw two figures leaping about on the rock above us. They would hide and then peek out. "There's a couple of boys looking at us," I told the girl. Her name was Katarina. "Let them look," she said, and turned over on her back. It was a strange feeling. I wanted to jump up and put my robe on but I just lay there on my stomach with my bottom in the air, not at all embarrassed, completely calm. Katarina lay there next to me the whole time, with her breasts and thick thighs. She just lay there sort of giggling to herself. I noticed that the boys had come closer. They just stood there looking at us. I noticed they were terribly young. Then one of them - the more daring of the two - came up and squatted down next to Katarina. He pretended to be busy picking at his toes. I felt so strange. Suddenly I heard Katarina say, "Hey, why don't you come over here?" She took him by the hand and helped him off with his jeans and shirt. Then suddenly he was on top of her. She guided him in with her hands on his behind. The other boy just sat on the slope and watched. I heard Katarina whisper in the boy's ear and laugh. His face was right next to mine. It was red and swollen. Suddenly I turned over and said, "Aren't you coming over to me too?" And Katarina said, "Go to her now." He pulled out of her and fell on top of me, completely hard. He grabbed my breast. It hurt so bad. I was ready somehow and came almost at once. Can you believe it? I was about to say, "Careful you don't get me pregnant" when he suddenly came. I felt it like never before in my life, the way he sprayed his seed into me. He gripped my shoulders and arched backward. I came over and over. Katarina lay on her side and watched and held him from behind. After he came, she took him in her arms and used his hand to make herself come. When she came, she screamed like a banshee. Then all three of us started laughing. We called to the other boy, who was sitting on the slope. His name was Peter. He came down, looking all confused and shivering despite the sunshine. Katarina unbuttoned his pants and started to play with him. And when he came, she took him in her mouth. He bent down and kissed her back. She turned around, took his head in both hands, and gave him her breast. The other boy got so excited that he and I started all over again. It was just as good as before. Then we went for a swim and parted ways. When I got home, Karl-Henrik was already back from town. We ate dinner and drank some red wine he'd brought. Then we had sex. It's never been as good, before or since. Can you understand that?