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Zelma 2022-04-23 07:03:20

If you open the film reviews of Laota's works, you will find that everyone can't help but write their feelings and comments poetically and movingly. Because Tarkovsky and his works are always like poetry. We often say, "Look at this man's eyes as beautiful as poetry, look at this portrait as beautiful as poetry, look at this man as beautiful as poetry, look at this word as beautiful as poetry." It seems that when we think of beauty, we think of this word. . It is just like the pure beauty and the dependent beauty described by Kant. Whether it is natural or interdependent. The word "poetry" has become an adjective, so let me say it. Laota's works are poems within poems. He does not use pen and ink or black and white, although film and literature are both one of the nine arts. But using a movie as the first love poem, I like Kubrick, Antonioni, and Godard. Even the fellow Eisenstein was almost on fire, maybe Angelopoulos could fight for a hundred rounds. I wrote about the old tower's flight to space before. Compared with the look up in "Flying to Space", "Mirror" is to look back and look at the road when you came and your own reflection. After watching it, whether it was tears or mixed feelings, it was all in the camera. If you are careful, you will find that I do not have a personal pronoun in the whole text. Because you like simple and happy, so there is no recommendation, let alone recommend it to you. Finally, I want to use this mirror to verify a truth. If it is written clearly and plainly, it is not called poetry, so consume your own feelings. "Poetry" is hidden in the bones, in the works, let people taste it...

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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.