What is the level of dreaming on the Mid-Autumn Festival?

Aliza 2022-04-19 09:02:37

Stumbled like a kind of retrospective before death. . . I didn't think it was scary at the time, but now I'm a little scared. . .

For some reason, in the dark.

I have seen this movie more than ten years ago. At that time, it was still a DVD that I bought at a thrift stall. Possibly pirated.

Men and women in the black and white empty space are like a narration in the passage of time. . The dimension of time and the dimension of space did not proceed at the same time, all three axes of space were suspended, but the time axis was fast-forwarding. It sounds like another track.

It was the same scene in the dream. I don't remember the lines spoken at all.

Why do you have such a dream today. There were no signs before.

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Extended Reading
  • Angus 2022-03-25 09:01:15

    How about loving again?

  • Coralie 2022-03-22 09:02:28

    It also belongs to the most pioneering echelon in the group portrait of the new wave works. After reading it, I feel that "Hiroshima Love" is really easy to understand by comparison. Stream-of-consciousness movies, with non-stop narration, cut space and time in an absolutely unconventional way, expressing the alienation of modern people's minds. Whether it is the solidification of the performance, or the extremely fast flashback or repetition of the camera lens, the lingering entanglement of that affection is vividly expressed. In the world of ideas, time is not only non-linear, but also viscous and broken, compressible and stretchable. What impressed me the most was the game theory game in the film, and I will play it with my friends at the next party. #BJIFF9#

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!