disenchantment spell

Carolyn 2022-04-19 09:02:37

If I were a hysterical person who picked up a gun and pointed a gun at his head and accidentally shattered a glass in horror, the stagnant cement lake shimmered with the bleak moonlight reflected by the golden mirror, and the morbid touch transformed For a kind of subconscious rejection, if every light is regarded as a phantom, there have been countless festering fissures before the formation of time, and fear is not the only outlet. Put paper, pen and premature dream into your pocket, if you say Seeing blurry figures in hallucinations does not come from divine revelation, the metaphors of life and dreams are reduced to the burning of metallic sodium, then before the dizzy and suffocating nightmare comes, let me hold your hand In a labyrinth full of cobwebs, I will dance with you.

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Extended Reading
  • Van 2022-03-18 09:01:05

    The film that Renai and Grillet collaborated with has obvious author's film characteristics. It has an interesting discussion on the boundary and interaction between fiction and reality. At the same time, it can also be seen as an exploration of memory and historical authenticity. In this sense, memory has the possibility of self-reconstruction under external/internal cues, and history is also reshaped. In the process of continuous interpretation, the truth of things begins to become vague and ambiguous. The so-called truth is just inference.

  • Nathan 2022-03-27 09:01:14

    9/10 As a montaged stream of consciousness work, there are still a lot of cute points. I won't mention the narration. The most adorable ones are photography, long shots and mise-en-scene, which is exactly what the saying goes: sometimes the mise-en-scene is not the mise-en-scene, but the framing, which is to move the camera to put it bluntly.

Last Year at Marienbad quotes

  • [X wanders through the hotel's corridors cataloging items he sees]

    X: Empty salons. Corridors. Salons. Doors. Doors. Salons. Empty chairs, deep armchairs, thick carpets. Heavy hangings. Stairs, steps. Steps, one after the other. Glass objects, objects still intact, empty glasses. A glass that falls, three, two, one, zero. Glass partition, letters.

  • X: I must have you alive. Alive, as you have already been every evening, for weeks, for months.

    A: I have never stayed so long anywhere.

    X: Yes, I know. I don't care. For days and days. Why don't you still want to remember anything?

    A: You're raving! I'm tired, leave me alone!