Very nostalgic movie, but it gave me a strong feeling. The apparent calmness is actually covering up those rotten souls. The film is silent most of the time, and the impact of red, white and black brings a strong sense of emptiness.
Those anxious, distressed desires are large swaths of red. It's like seeing faces covered in red at the end of every scene. Like Maria, she has no self-consciousness, and she can only see her own lust and greed from the sharp words of the doctor and Karin. The white robe and the white bed curtain are the same pale face of Agnes and her inner world. Black leads to the darkness and subtlety of human nature. It is also Karin's disgust and discovery of herself.
The collision of the three colors turned into a gloomy and cold black after Agnes passed away, just like them.
The only one who comes close to divinity is Anna. Her plump body hides the purest tenderness. She neither shouts nor whispers, because there is neither the hypocrisy and fear in the shouting, nor the selfishness and coldness in the drizzle.
The most trembling thing in the whole film is the picture of Anna holding Agnes naked at the end, which perfectly reproduces the image of the Virgin Mary, so gentle and compassionate.
The pain, repression, relief, introspection, and holiness in the film are intertwined and shocking. The manor filled with morning mist, such a picture is still rippling like a swing that day.
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