We are breathing, we are pretending, and at the same time, we are not knowing it.

Hipolito 2022-04-19 09:01:55

This is a film review written and written and written clearly. Let's talk about the first time after watching it, I didn't really understand the last ten minutes of "Masquerade". At the end of the film, the film first switched faces and said the same thing, then, the judgmental lines, and finally, broke the fourth wall with the director and camera in the picture. The ending is very flowery, very dazzling, and there are many elements. It made me stunned, but I'm still willing to admit the continuity of the story in the first part of "Masquerade" and the greatness of Bergman. I wholeheartedly feel that all those who are engaged in philosophy, semiotics, good at deconstruction, those who love to interpret, who are engaged in creation, INFPs, INTPs, Bullets, and Red Scientists should watch this movie. The intentions and symbols in the movie will soothe friends who are willing to use their brains and aesthetics online. Of course, friends who love psychology can also be included. After all, Bergman is good at visualizing abstract parts of the mind. "Masque" does remove the mask of the audience and goes straight to the heart, which makes people ask themselves, have I been pretending to be something, pretending to be a certain temperament, pretending to be a character, pretending to be a label, pretending to be pretending without knowing it at the same time? . Even if I am a sincere person. Maybe, because of other people's eyes, or misunderstanding, they will unconsciously pretend to be a sincere person. Here's a laughable reminder, don't pretend to be a man, don't be a man. Or, another reminder that came to the fore, and even became the subject of this film: we breathe, we pretend, and at the same time, we don't know it. This subject is too abstract, how to shoot it? Seriously, Bergman did it. He explores the possibilities of cinema as an abstract expression. It is a movie after all, and he needs a story, a person who is crooked and real. This person is the protagonist, she is a silent actress, she was hospitalized because of her silence, but she was diagnosed as normal. She just doesn't speak, except in the face of the flying kettle, she will scream. There is a female nurse who is cheerful, tolerant and sincere by nature. When encountering things that are not capable enough, she will admit that she is really not good, never hide it, and at the same time, she is also very good at listening. until I met an actress. Unable to bear the silence, she began to pour out. The nurse accompanies the actor to recuperate at the seaside villa. The actress listens and the female nurse speaks. The female nurse tasted the pleasure of being a confidant. The actress heard another life, an easy and sincere way of living. The female nurse told her a lot of heartfelt words and a lot of stories about herself. Like a story about rape and enjoyment, love and guilt. Very fresh, the actress heard fascinated. The nurse also fell in love with the actress, at first Because of the artist halo on her body, and later, because of her silent connotation, agile posture, and a pair of eyes that seem to see through everything. Yes, see through. She has been studying female nurses with interest. Bergman is a literary director, and his words are always precise. The actress is indeed a person who likes to study people. It's research, not observation. It's watching, not participating. It is looking down, not equal communication. The actress seems to be an isolated personality, which is the result of her battle-hardened, simulated interpretation and too much experience. She was extremely cold, and her eyes went straight to the essence, as if she had no soul. Even a female nurse's showing of love is regarded by her as a kind of research object. Thus, the actress' silence becomes a highly deceptive disguise. This camouflage is very good, who doesn't love an artist who is not good at speaking and sensitive and transparent? Just like Marina. Abramović sits across from you staring, you watch her silent, pitiful, fragile tears, and you can't help but give her your world. The withdrawal of actresses is not utilitarian, nor is it for the next play. Rather, she is a philosopher in her own right. She is arrogant, except for the sincere expression of words. This kind of inside-out philosophical personality cannot be pretended, but comes from the philosophical soul that she has to do. It's as if we can't say that Socrates' skeptical spirit is fake, Audrey Hepburn's innocence is fake, and Leslie Cheung's tenderness is fake. That's right. This is the color of her soul. This detached temperament makes her for her. Fortunately, the text can read it. However, people who read her words will be easily stimulated. Who wants to meet a cold soul? This brought the collapse of the female nurse. She felt she was being deceived. She scolded the actress for pretending, she scolded her for being duplicitous and insincere, she pierced her silence. Until the actress' lover came to her. He couldn't tell who was his lover because he was blind. Sadly, he hugged the female nurse. An actress will appear to have nothing, and her temperament will become more and more lonely and indifferent. She will think that even if the other person is blind, he will stick to the warm soul and body, even if this warmth is disguised. Yes, this is also sad. After all, blind people will fall in love with an erotic, beautiful and warm actor. At this moment, the blind becomes an abstract expression. Next, is the saddest moment of the whole film. The actress' disguise was torn apart in an instant. As for the love for the child, it was some kind of pain she had been holding. At first, she wanted to have children. Just in pursuit of some kind of loving experience. But after giving birth, I found that there are various responsibilities behind the experience. In the face of responsibility, she avoids it. even wanted to kill him. Killing his children is greater than loving him. But she had to love. This has the same effect as the philosophical personality, but it is different from each other. At that moment, she finally realized that she could play any role, but she couldn't play a good mother, especially mother's love, she couldn't play love itself. She can play roles that strangers like, but she can't make those who like her like her. This is her saddest part. Of course, this is also the part that I wrote and understood, what Bergman wanted to express through "Masquerade". Even if the actress can see all the problems clearly, and feel her indifference and pain, she is still a mortal body, and of course she will experience the emotions of a normal person. such as hurting a female nurse of guilt. Jealous because his lover was snatched away, and blamed himself for abandoning his son. Some people will say, since you are in pain, why don't you express it. Since you don't want to abandon your son and you don't want to be robbed of your husband, why don't you speak up? Faced with many questions, she will become more and more reticent. why? ! ! Speaking of giving an answer. Bergman broke down the fourth wall and focused on the camera crew in the film. After breaking the wall, he threw a question to the audience. Hello dear fans. You are the experiencer of this film and the spectator of this film. You experience, and then withdraw, compared to this film, you are a higher-dimensional person. So, why did you read it indifferently. So, what do you use to explain the film? ps: Compared with "Wild Strawberry", I prefer "Masquerade". Lao Tuo said that you should love concrete people, not abstract people. I think it makes sense. This word cures serious illness. pps: Compared to silence, I write a lot of nonsense.

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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?