I'm afraid to watch deep movies, movies about war, movies that are great and incredibly lyrical. All because these types of movies have undoubtedly planned all my reactions, even hypnotizing me, including shedding tears in such a short amount of time, that I'm not afraid that I'll fall into their trap, but that it's too early Guess what, making it no longer have any expectations.
I strongly feel that life cannot be slack. I don’t know when it started. I choose every movie and book carefully, because once it starts, it means that tens of thousands of my life will be affected by these contents. Locking in, absorbing everything, or communicating with anyone is a waste, and I myself have to take responsibility for those choices so that I don't regret the time wasted.
Under the Berlin Sky is a movie that has all three of the three I mentioned initially, but is very different from all of them, there is no conflict that usually exists and must exist in movies, there is no good and evil, only ordinary people will have. All kinds of anxiety, loneliness, and thoughts scattered when you are empty. But he can be said to be deep, but his deepness is not as deep as the actors in American movies have lowered their voices and are about to start talking about life principles and choices; he is about war, but there is not even a scene of war, war In shattered brutal flashbacks and movies within movies (I say this, just to be reminded that I don't seem to write this as a movie review, so I can't accurately articulate the plot scenes of the entire movie); he It's great, and it's extremely lyrical, and I don't want to call lyrical some kind of exaggerated, self-assured, ah! ah! Woo! call! Do not! Lyricism should be direct, say it directly, and use precise language to describe the feeling of the moment, the moment.
The angels in the film are set as invisible wanderers. They are not like the children we often see. They are like fathers and mothers, like ancestors in the imagination, and they often shuttle around us with affection to protect us. When I was a child, my family would often recite in the ancestor worship during the festivals: Bless the ancestors, be safe! At that time, I often imagined the dead grandma and grandpa. After they died, they became invisible and invisible. They were always by our side. Because they died and had super powers, they could resolve the dangers we were about to encounter, even when we did. Giving hints and directions when making decisions, so I'm often afraid of doing bad things and being discovered by my ancestors around me, like a primitive religion.
I think there are four different perspectives the film develops as the shot progresses.
The first type is that the world seen from the eyes of angels is neither hot nor salty nor bland. Therefore, the world seen from the perspective of angels is black and white. They watch people drinking coffee, but they don’t know what coffee tastes like. They do not go to peep for the sake of curiosity, nor to lead people outside the camera to feel it. They encounter all kinds of things by chance. Wherever they go, what they see counts, and their existence is to look at the world.
Some people are worried about the trivial matters of life, troubled by the rock music of their grandchildren, some old people are saddened by the memory of the city's changes in the war, some young men decide to commit suicide, the dying people in the accident are in agony, and the women standing in the street are a day's work The income is dismal and weeping, and everyone is ordinary. Angels have watched the world silently for thousands of years, we do have to question why angels exist, because they can do nothing but give a hug to the wounded people, they are not like my ancestors with supernatural abilities, they are for the sake of This is secretly hurt, so I have to touch the injured person with my body in another dimension. At
Yes, later, some angels want to incarnate as adults, and some after tens of thousands of years of guarding the city, finally want to become real people, see the colors that people have seen, drink the coffee that people have drank, and people who love people will love. .
The second, monologue.
From the perspective of ordinary people, it is the most normal state of life. Under the silent expression, there is something called spirituality. Those things are no big deal. In movies, they are private and self-monologues. The monologue is full of complaints, questioning, boredom, confusion, like a monologue that each of us doesn't say. Humans are not as empty as they appear from the outside. In addition to the perception of the body, what has always been condensed is something similar to a monologue, which can also be said to be the thoughts in the mind, which are told to the self in the form of a monologue.
This steady stream of monologues is confined to everyone's heart, because in fact, no one can listen indefinitely, which also creates a spiritual barrier between people. It's like, all I'm writing now is just my inner monologue right now, I'm pouring out to an invisible object, and everyone, even a blank brain, has a steady stream of monologues all the time, just more When speaking, the monologue does not need to be said, or it cannot be said.
I remember seeing a middle-aged woman on the subway who was talking to herself all the time. When people "materialize" their inner monologue, they are more or less regarded as a lunatic with mental problems.
Because there is no listener, it also blocks the talker. The establishment of telling and listening, that is, the establishment of dialogue, requires the following conditions:
1. The narrator's honesty. Language provides the narrator with a medium and also a tool for disguise. When the words are spoken, they cannot be recovered. To disguise and frankly, the narrator must bear the consequences.
2. The listener's complete openness and complete acceptance. Once spoken, the language faces scrutiny, including morality and knowledge, and even aesthetics, such as the speaker's speech speed, timbre, vocabulary, and so on.
In the movie, an interesting way is used to find an outlet for the monologue, that is, the role of an invisible angel. The purpose of them mixing in the crowd is to listen to everyone's monologue. ", it is extremely embarrassing to use an interview method to describe the "voice-over" in the movie.
Although the monologue is issued through the encounter of an angel, the monologue belongs to each mortal. The monologue still exists whether the angel can see it or not. Talk to yourself, such as I am writing at the moment, do you think I am going to talk to someone, do you think I am writing to my subscribers, in fact, I just write the monologue in my heart at the moment into words. In the crowd, monologues also happen from time to time, I complain to myself about the heat in the sun, when I look around at a concert, I ask myself if anyone will notice me, when I want to pee but don’t want to get up, I tell myself Say, in another two minutes, otherwise your body will go wrong. Didn't one sister say that girls should not hold back their urine... If each of us wrote out our monologue and said it, then the world will no longer be the world it is today , it would be unimaginable noise, so people invented words to replace the inner monologue.
The third perspective started when the archangel finally decided to transform into a human, and all the pictures became colored. The angelic man is unsure of the name of the color he sees, to confirm with passers-by that he has all the perceptions that all the angels have fantasized about but can never know for sure, and he is now going to drink the coffee that everyone loves. Most importantly, he was going to find the woman who finally made up his mind.
However, there are also human limitations. At first, he needed money, changed clothes, was cold, and needed to walk. He couldn’t walk freely to wherever he wanted to go. He went to find someone. It is necessary to search a little bit, go to the places she may have been, and miss it.
The fourth perspective is an angel's association, flashbacks to the past formed by memories and conversations, metaphors about the scars of war, and the migration and changes of this land since ancient times.
But the whole movie can be seen as a multi-dimensional parallel space. In this city, some people are anxious about life, some people are immersed in the pain of memories, some people encounter accidents, some people feel hopeless, some people think of war, and the war is this The line is again a film in the making.
How the world of this city changes day by day into what it is now, from the vast ocean in the ancient times to the current intertwining, is all from the memories of the angels. I really hope that the movie can have more triggers from this perspective, but I have to say that the current level is just right. This trigger is presented in instant flashbacks, just like our own memories, past events, no matter what How brilliant, how bleak, but finally, after they have passed through time, they can only exist in the memory of fragments of this point.
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