This time, it was still the team of ("Baraka"), and when I watched ("Baraka") for the first time, I couldn't appreciate the deep meaning and charm of it. But there was no shock, and ignorantly sneered at the group of people dressed in fancy clothes, jumping and running like a curse. Today, I have cast aside my previous impetuous and superficial mood, and watched this film with the original intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery and broadening my horizons. Although it started almost every shot slowly as if being gently caressed by time, I still did not fast-forward as impatiently as before. It seems to have realized a little of the director's good intentions - silence and slowness are reserved for realization and contemplation.
Thanks to the director and all the relevant staff who traveled to 25 countries on 5 continents and painstakingly made such a documentary, which allowed me and other audiences to see a wider, more diverse, richer and more wonderful world. It covers the richness and diversity of culture, the long history of history, the depth and marrow of religion, the fine carving and hard work in pursuit of beauty, the fierce confrontation and harmony between man and nature, the changes of society and the development of science and technology and the splendor and resources of the city. The extremely uneven distribution and the polarization of wealth, as well as some absurdities and deformities that appear in modern people who lack belief, lead to the conclusion that human history is a constant cycle and subversion.
Due to my lack of experience and lack of knowledge, many scenes or locations in the film cannot be directly and accurately identified, let alone its development context, meaning of existence, and the stories and powers it carries. Although I can't fully understand the three girls dancing cautiously with wide-eyed eyes at the beginning of the film, I also don't understand why the dark-skinned and naked women wear heavy iron rings on their heads, and even their faces are painted with white paint I am frightened by the indifferent and calm eyes of people with different patterns and even their lips are alienated into another form, but I know that that is their culture, and those are their ways of expressing their lofty and pious respect for their own culture. Perseverance in faith. I don't understand, but we must not despise or even laugh at it, because we are the same ordinary people. Once we find a belief, our whole life is only for those who continue to pursue and interpret it. The more ordinary, the more worthy of respect and admiration.
The initial shock was when the abbots used small iron rods to beat and scrape some kind of slender iron tube container with various colors of fine sand to paint the sand paintings of the mandala, the fine sand slowly followed the movement of the abbot's hand. Flowing down into various patterns, and over the years, I finally painted a pair of sand paintings with bright colors, regularity and strict symbolism of complex totems. Time has turned into tiny colored sands. Then, at the end of the film, after the abbots randomly drew four times along the diagonal, they disrupted the colored sand with their hands together. In a blink of an eye, the exquisite sand painting was reduced to a pile of unsightly sand. Before, the painstaking effort, the meticulous carving and drawing, were turned into vain after a few random waves. A work of supreme artistic value that condenses the abbot's ten million efforts and devout prayers, will disappear in an instant. For practitioners, they and their mission are complete. Then the brightly colored fine sand will be bottled, dumped into the river, and flow down the river. So people say that the prosperous world is but a grain of sand.
As a result, the magnificent and majestic scenes, the faces that are expressionless but full of stories, the chickens waiting to be slaughtered and cut into food in their stomachs will all turn into nothingness. . But before escaping into the infinite darkness, I still want to spare no effort to wait for the bloom and prosperity of a flower, to understand the exhaustion and panic of every passerby.
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