floating memory exit

Hannah 2022-04-21 09:02:51

I didn't understand it, but I was shocked. If each frame of the picture is frozen, it is full of storytelling. The most shocking scene is that the wind blows the grass like waves. The sound of wind, the sound of rain, a woman trotting in a hurry in the rain, a woman sitting quietly on the fence and looking into the distance. The beating flames reflected on the girl's face, and the hands protecting the flames were pierced by the flames, warm and estranged. It was another rainy day, and the advent of war made people rush for their livelihoods. Going to the country to borrow money from a friend of a friend, the boy's bare feet are covered in dirt, as the mother and the hostess enter the room, the creaking door is closed, the flickering light bulb, silently extinguished, plunged into darkness In the middle, waiting for the mother quietly, the hostess opened the door with a joke, and the extra blue agate earrings showed the contribution of the mother. The wind howled, the blazing fire baked the entire father's house, and the rain murmured, like a low cry. The young and ignorant children practiced shooting, and the grenade that suddenly sounded made everyone panic.

The woman suspended on the bed fell asleep.

The language is shallow and can only describe the scene.

The emotions conveyed by the picture do not need to be expressed in words, the composition of the tone, the symbol, a film composed of poetry that can resonate with memories.

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Extended Reading
  • Jocelyn 2022-03-27 09:01:13

    A person can completely photograph what he thinks, what really belongs to him, and let others worship you. Tarkovsky did it, staying true to himself. A cross-cut between the present and childhood, Tarkovsky's thoughts on the past

  • Carmella 2022-03-24 09:02:44

    Rewatch. Fascinating images, frequent and seamless connection between black and white and color, travel through time and space without leaving a trace, mirrored intergenerational exploration of parents and children, and sentimental poetry.

Mirror quotes

  • Father: It seems to make me return to the place, poignantly dear to my heart, where my grandfather's house used to be in which I was born 40 years ago right on the dinner table. Each time I try to enter it, something prevents me from doing that. I see this dream again and again. And when I see those walls made of logs and the dark entrance, even in my dream I become aware that I'm only dreaming it. And the overwhelming joy is clouded by anticipation of awakening. At times something happens and I stop dreaming of the house and the pine trees of my childhood around it. Then I get depressed. And I can't wait to see this dream in which I'l be a child again and feel happy again because everything will still be ahead, everything will be possible...

  • Forensic doctor: You know, I fell and found strange things here - roots, bushes... Has it ever occurred to you that plants can feel, know, even comprehend? The trees, this hazelnut bush...

    Natalya: This is an alder tree.

    Forensic doctor: It doesn't matter. They don't run about. Like us who are rushing, fussing, uttering banalities. That's because we don't trust nature that is inside us. Always this suspiciousness, haste, and no time to stop and think.