At the beginning of the chapter, I have to praise the photography of the whole film. It is really beautiful. Several scenes are intoxicated, like poetry and painting, and you enter the inner world unconsciously. The vast land, the lonely town, the desolate village, the golden autumn sunshine, the mountains and forests wrapped in honey, the walking at the top of the village, the hesitation by the seaside, the serenity of a second when the seabirds fly by. When walking with Ceylon in the street scene, the harmony of the virtual and real surrounding background, the image expression of connection and alienation in the language of the lens, the director's skill is absolutely unquestionable.
When it comes to the story, according to my understanding, there should be no plot. The whole movie is more like a three-hour debate, a cynical youth and government officials, businessmen, and the literary world, and An excavation of living beliefs by religious clergy.
There are a lot of interesting dialogues in it, which support the core of the whole film little by little, starting from the encounter with the female classmate, the secret words of the two people under the maple forest.
"There are a lot of beautiful things out there like busy streets, windy hills."
"I've seen those, nothing special, what else?"
"Voyages sailing away, summer nights, falling in love, getting drunk, soaking in the rain, like now it rains suddenly and we get wet and then we get hit by lightning, wouldn't that be great?"
The female classmate who clearly yearns for madness, romance, and rebellion, but succumbs to reality, makes a "right" decision, becomes a jeweler's wife, and finally says "everything, life, looks close at hand" ,this is not the truth".
The feeling of this conversation is too familiar. People around me often say similar things to me. I can't know what they are encountering in reality and what is stopping them. I only know that they will always do this kind of thing." "Right" decision, from old age to death, the occasional revealing of one's heart is deeply depressing, making people wonder whether life is really impossible to choose.
Later, after Ceylon returned to the city to take the exam, I met an old friend in the seaside restaurant, an old man smoking a cigarette, carefully calculating with a pen and paper, and saying that he could solve my problem with only 250 lire. His current life problem is how to do it After settling the 250 lire, seeing his serious thinking and serious sadness, Ceylon commented on him, "Nevanat, your poverty has a postmodern atmosphere."
At the back, the bookstore ran into Mr. Suleiman, a well-known local writer, and the two had a discussion about literary beliefs. Ceylon showed high self-esteem and showed his ambitions, and even satirized the entire literary circle intentionally or unintentionally. And scattered.
And Ceylon is almost the embodiment of all literary youth. His doubts, resistance and disdain are all with the recklessness and rashness of young people. In the process of pursuing the answer to the questioning with Mr. Suleiman, it is also like Ceylon’s inner self-contradiction. projection.
"At the expense of ignoring family and friends, or taking advantage of them when needed?"
"Why not? Anything, as long as your conscience can bear it."
"What if you can't?"
"Then you will suffer, and writers have to be able to take risks."
In the fifteen-minute conversation, Ceylon secretly criticized the group of writers. He satirized that there is also hypocrisy in the literary world. Outside of the works, writers face the pretense of their true self and discuss their treatment of writing. This dialogue even exposes the backside of literary beliefs. The so-called great writers are just utilitarian and selfish people, but their utilitarianism and selfishness sound like they are more advanced. This reminds me of a Bergman movie I watched not long ago, "Still in the Mirror".
At the end of the discussion, Mr. Suleiman began to question Ceylon angrily, why are you so rebellious, Ceylon replied, "Don't I think the artist should be against everything?"
Later, the dialogue and conflict escalated again, and the dialogue between the two became more interesting. Two people at different ages had very different attitudes towards the spiritual world.
"In this world without sacredness, does someone isolate himself for art without giving you hope? He rejects teams, collaborations, and art alliances."
"On the contrary, the letter gave me the impression of a naive young man, hesitant and shy, who dared not speak in front of his overestimated people, but could only deceive himself desperately and hide his failure under the veil of philosophy. , but you don't understand that yet"
"why not?"
"You're too young, and as you get older you start to see romantic adventures like that letter, just the excesses of youth.
Don't think I didn't realize soon after meeting you that you are a hopelessly obsessed romantic. "
After fifteen minutes of confrontation, the last paragraph was more like a middle-aged writer's advice to young romantics, but Ceylon couldn't understand it. Wandering alone in the spiritual world.
Later, they went to the top of the mountain to meet the Imam. The discussion between the three of them on religion was still wonderful. One of the Imams questioned the uniqueness and correctness of religions in the discussion. Think about it, it seems that all religions The reason for their existence is as if they are unverifiable truths, so this chatter and quarrel will never end.
And when caught up in this undecipherable truth, another imam said a more human rhetoric.
"Speaking of myself, what I insist on is unquestionable obedience to the serenity, if you will, you believe. But if you want, you can pierce the mystery, use your limited insight to pierce the wisdom of Allah, madness It's your choice too, but it's definitely not for me."
And Ceylon still refused to give up, and continued to question the correctness and necessity of religion.
"Didn't most believers in the past be piled high with bones? They were worse than persecutors when trying to create order."
"In general, we are born to make mistakes"
"Why crime rates are so low in atheistic countries means justice and morality have nothing to do with belief."
"So don't people feel lonely in this vast universe? These countries may have low crime rates, but high suicide rates, and people don't commit crimes, but they're not happy. Which do you prefer?"
All people in the secular world also face the same problem of being displaced in the spiritual world, and religion is equal to a spiritual shelter. Some people choose to defect and complete the transformation of their faith in secular life, but these still cannot convince Ceylon , Ceylon, like the wild pear tree in his own writing, exists in a lonely and deformed posture.
Going back to the main line of the story, the relationship with the father, from the very beginning, the daggers and tit-for-tat with the father, Ceylon pointed the dissatisfaction in real life, all the contradictions at the father, thinking that it was the father's addiction to gambling and the family. irresponsibility has caused today's predicament. The act of stealing his father's beloved dog in exchange for money is more like venting his anger against his father. Confused about his future, he desperately wants to publish his book. In the end, before surrendering to reality, Ceylon gave the published book to him. mother, and wrote, "To my dearest mother, all thanks to you, and only you."
Finally, I came out after my military service and talked to my mother about this book again. My mother said embarrassedly that she didn't read it, but when she went to look for her father, she was surprised to find a newspaper clipping from the publication of her book hidden in her father's wallet. For a moment, the contradiction and estrangement between father and son collapsed. Ceylon found that the only person in the world who wanted to understand him was his father, whom he had always despised. When the water came out of the well, it was not only the reconciliation between the father and the son, but also symbolized that Ceylon had completed the inheritance of the fate of the fathers at this moment. The cycle of life in the color of family destiny.
Finally, I want to say that I especially like this picture. In front of the city and industry, everyone is like an ant. The world will not be changed by the will of literary and artistic youth. The escape and departure of young people can only be tamed or changed in the end. Pose into it, or, like our fathers, continue to be a maniac digging a well. What ultimately teaches us to live can only be life itself.
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