female awakening

Jamarcus 2022-04-21 09:03:42

I found myself enjoying this kind of movie. It's cold, alienated, it's trying to get hold of it, it's absurd, it's funny. Like water flowing together, warm and cold intertwined, want to laugh and cry. This film is suitable for people: people with strong social barriers and loneliness. There are several movies with similar styles. The human and animal love in "The Shape of Water" is the heart-to-heart sympathy between abnormal people; the estranged brothers and sisters in "Shame" cautiously wander between intimacy and incest. The border between the two; the lover relationship between the disabled dolphin trainer and the underground boxer in "Rust and Bone" is like the opposite mirror image of this film, the physical reconciliation is easy, the spiritual communication is difficult, and the two are transformed and reborn in the ordeal; " "The World in Your Eyes" is a lucid vision, and "Flesh and Spirit" is a comradeship in a dream. These films all point to the same question, where the body and mind meet. The style of the movie itself is quite cool. Plain, ethereal, quiet, reticent. The animal in the dream is a deer, a beast regarded as a fetish in Western culture, one male and one female, always far and near. Streams, snow, pine forests, fallen leaves, the Garden of Eden where there are no animals but them. The real animal is a cow. Every day, the meat animals that are hung up and cut by their throats are put on labels. Blood, dirt, chunks of meat, a slaughterhouse full of fishy smells. The male protagonist has a handicapped hand, the female protagonist has a dark heart, the male protagonist is a careless middle-aged elder brother, and the female protagonist has an obsessive-compulsive disorder with extraordinary memory. In reality, the words are not speculative for a long time, but the dream in the dark arranges them to transform into deer, and once the tip of the nose touches intimately. With a jolt, they all woke up from their dreams. Dreams are the entrance to another world, and dreams are the fulfillment of inner wishes. Such a real dream made the two wake up and sit on the edge of the bed, both feeling deeply and feeling lost. Compared with the routine and screw-like daily life in reality, this unpredictable and uncontrollable fantasy in the dream is full of freshness and temptation. What's even more amazing is to know that the opposite sex in the dream is a character that exists in reality. After a brief embarrassment, it was more of a slightly flustered excitement, a kind of joy that was similar to the discovery. Wanting to communicate further has become an ambiguity that two people understand and hesitate to speak. But no matter how close they are in the dream, they always feel uncomfortable in reality. This made the male protagonist feel helpless and embarrassed like a rat and a turtle, and he began to flinch. The heroine finds courage in her own words, comprehends love in music, and feels warmth in touch. When she was getting better and better, she found that the man no longer appeared in the sight of dreams, she couldn't help feeling sad, and she chose to commit suicide in confusion. ——————Film Interpretation —————— and the usual " lingering, but mechanical, monotonous, and even a bit ugly pistoning. The camera focuses on the old face of the man, and as the breathing becomes more and more rapid, the sex is not aesthetically pleasing, and even the orgasm is over. If this is a love movie, this sex scene absolutely destroys all the previous fantasies, and I think the director has her intentions. When men and women can finally embrace each other to sleep, there is no shadow of each other in the dream, and the combination of flesh and spirit makes the dream disappear. You can think that this is the arrival of love, or that women no longer need the existence of dreams. When I wake up, the man's crumbs are still scattered everywhere, and the woman has learned to laugh in the sun.

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  • Endre: By the way, what did we dream last night? Somehow I can't remember.

    Mária: I think I didn't dream anything.