Last year in this door today

Dayana 2022-04-21 09:03:01

There is a change in the mentality of watching this film. At the beginning, the upside-down shot was solemn and religious. Then there is the unrepentant affair between men and women among the dull crowd. I hate it a little bit because of the influence of ideology. Looking at the barrage at station B that said I liked it, I reminded myself to be inclusive, so I watched it patiently, thinking it was another story of Gao Yanei or Ximen Qing. Later, I saw that it was getting better and better, and I gradually liked it. I found a bright spot. This kind of relationship between men and women is different from Gao Yanei, Ximen Qing, and In the Mood for Love.

First, literature is filmed, emotions are revealed through dialogue and camera lens, and consciousness flows in the story. Second, formalism, symmetrical composition, sculpture, sound montage, dialogue lines, I did not expect formalism to express such rich and possible emotions. Third, Hamlet, a thousand readers have a thousand Hamlet, the male protagonist narrates this form, the story created by the mixture of memory and shaping, brings a lot of possibilities, and also enriches the simple story. As a simple example, the scene where the heroine was shot can be either the hero's memory, which is real, or the hero's intimidation to make the heroine run away with him. I used to think that formalism was mainly the personal expression of the author, but I didn't expect that the audience could also be immersed in the mood.

In addition, I am more impressed by the aggressiveness and infatuation of the male protagonist, the female protagonist's refusal to meet the femme fatale, the interesting card game, the sluggish and talking passers-by, and the shooting range. and many more.

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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!