2020.12.18 One brush
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Some movies are inexplicable at first glance. But after reading it, it may quietly flow into your heart, and it will be entrenched from then on, and it may be inseparable from it for a lifetime.
Tarkovsky's "Nostalgia" and "Mirror" have this effect. Compared with "Nostalgia", "Mirror" is especially prosperous.
A film made in 1975, before I was born. The images show landscapes and people in Soviet lands that I have never been to.
However, there is an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Maybe it's the memory mixed with the dream, and the wonderful feeling created by the stream of consciousness.
Pieces of fragments, time flows in it, people live hard and strong in the fragments, and grow old.
The wind blew through the woods and swept the fields.
Woman sitting on the fence waiting.
A strange middle-aged man approached, asked for directions, greeted with a sense of humor, and left.
Potatoes on the table, spilled milk in a country house.
These pictures are unfamiliar, yet there is a wonderful spiritual connection.
The director's breath is in it.
This is the director's dream picture.
The images that lingered in his memory and formed the elements of his soul.
So textured.
There's nothing dramatic about it.
Yet you know, this is a life's initial perception of the world.
Of course, the pictures are beautiful. Classical, nostalgic, belonging to the past, difficult and peaceful.
The oil painting-like texture conveys a feeling to you. There is also occasional classical music.
It also makes you wonder, in that piece of land, that era, in a time that was not very beautiful, why would there be a soul that creates such a magical image and expresses such a pure inner voice?
Sadly beautiful, heartbreakingly beautiful.
More than just beauty. More because that beauty comes from the entanglement in the depths of a soul.
It's so innocent and so touching.
What thrilling art has been created on our land and in that era?
Not to mention that era, from that era to today, what great video art has its origins in the heart throbbing?
Maybe you will say, "Farewell My Concubine". Barely one. "Farewell My Concubine" is a sincere and brave work. But it still has the craftsmanship of the assembly line. The problem is, after Farewell My Concubine, there is no Farewell My Concubine. As late as today, "Farewell My Concubine" is also not available.
Let's see what the creators of "Farewell My Concubine" are doing today.
Why are similar systems still manifested in such different fields of art?
Ah, the land that produced Tolstoy and Dostoevsky.
what do we have.
I can only mention 200 years ago, 500 years ago, 2000 years ago with my fingers.
We have Lu Xun.
People who sing elegy.
Lu Xun's market is only on this land.
Tuo's, Tuo's, belong to the whole world.
To quote a letter from a woman to Tarkovsky: "In that dark theater, staring at the screen that was lit by your genius, that moment was the first time in my life I felt myself Not alone."
I feel that I am not alone. Well, the image of the old tower has such a magical function. Even the nostalgia you have nowhere to tell, he can tell you with images.
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