Memory is not a line

Shaina 2022-04-22 07:01:41

Laota explains how to make a good film about memories and dreams. You feel disconnected because memories and dreams are inherently fragmented. The square mirror can shine into everything. It reflects the stories of thousands of people. According to the river of time, we have come to the present, leaving only fragments of memories and broken dreams in the mirror, whether shocking or beautiful or wonderful or incomprehensible. This is a film that is personal, but not private. It won't be like "Nostalgia" and "Sacrifice". There are many images about the religion of redemption. After reading it, I feel psychologically warm, and there must be something touching at the end/

Two brushes: I love the painting-like rural scene at the beginning, the most beautiful encounter time, and the whole world is only you and me. Black and white images, private films. The rain mirror recalls the imagery to the extreme. If a movie does not tell a story, it will be permeated with symbols and personal atmosphere. The old tower does not want everyone to disassemble it, but reading comprehension is a habit of the Chinese people. The "Holy Trinity" appears again.

Problems in family relations, communication difficulties. This is a cinematic tower poetry collection, the tower father is awesome! Still the Bach orchestra and the roaring noise. Time is a river, and the feelings of the past and the present are intertwined, and the memory is definitely not a clear line, but the viewers will arouse their own unique emotions.

The tough, timeless image of the mother, the hidden image of the father's absence. At the end of the film, when the sun sets in the fields, the child shouts, and Matthew's Passion disappears in an instant, leaving behind full of warmth and warmth.

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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.