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Exquisite and luxurious heart memory
Alisa 2022-04-22 07:01:45
The quiet and luxurious hall, in which the camera moves slowly, and the baroque-like complex and exquisite architectural decoration is a visual feast. The atmosphere is excellent, and the music is in place. In the actor's quiet, sleepy expression, the camera returns to Marion Bader a year ago, which may be true, or it may be that the deviation of memory does not exist at all. The transformation of countless scenes is so natural, so dreamy, that at times the characters are left still or less conspicuous, while the poetic repetition of language that flows through the camera sounds like a voice-over narration. I admit that I didn’t understand it very well. Even so, when I look back on the film, I still feel that it was a very beautiful experience. It is exquisite, delicate, and ingenious. The idea of romanticism makes people dream and nostalgic.
Extended Reading
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Eunice 2022-03-15 09:01:05
In true stream of consciousness works, the confusion, ambiguity, jumps, and lacks in the narrative are all based on the perspective of the whole film to simulate human memory, thinking and assumptions, so the uncertain diversity presented is also the human psychology. The form of activity and ideological concepts, the core of the de-plot and non-story script is to explain what is true; compared with this film, those Hollywood science fiction films with similar themes are as plain as realist films.
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Eunice 2022-03-26 09:01:10
For the first 20 minutes, I thought I would scold you as an idiot, so I hit a star and turned it off to sleep. Surprisingly, it looks good. Works that challenge the way of thinking, reading habits, and even emotional engagement. Multiple deconstructions of time, memory, and narrative. The text outside the image makes the film more open, and memory, imagination, reality and fiction blur the boundaries between each other. It is more like a reproduction of the conception and birth process of a novel. It's not a brain-burning thing, it's just a matter of habit and patience.
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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!
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X: [Last Lines] The grounds of the hotel were symmetrically arranged, without trees or flowers, or plants of any kind. The gravel, the stone, and the marble were spread in strict array in unmysterious shapes. At first sight, it seemed impossible to lose your way. At first sight... Along these stone paths and amidst these statues, where you were already losing your way forever in the still night, alone with me.