The tension of life and the desolation of the world

Angel 2022-04-23 07:05:44

When I first saw the film, I didn't think too much about its in-depth philosophical connotations, but I just watched the long shots and the black and white composition and burst into tears unconsciously.

The ideological soul of a good movie may not be understood because it is too deep, but it must bring deep and direct feelings to people. I would like to try to analyze starting from the most intuitive tension element of the film, step by step to dig out what the director hopes to convey, and to understand Nietzsche's thought.

First of all, there is a sense of "lost color" in black and white images. Loss of color gives people dead silence, loneliness, and desolation and despair.

However, the high-contrast images under certain lenses show a wild and uninhibited life.

The two are contradictory in themselves, as if the contradiction between the desolate reality and the will to power pursued by Nietzsche is just right to maintain a peculiar balance. Until not only lost its color, but also lost its water, lost its light, until Nietzsche saw the "horse of Turin"...

Black and white give people the background color of the world, but life brings dynamism and vitality to the desolate monochrome, such as the dark light piercing the house from the window, such as the long hair of the girl who broke the pale white of the world.

And when life itself gives up the struggle, it will also be the moment when black and white can be played up.

I have been thinking that the film may not be a reproduction of Nietzsche's thought, nor a criticism of Nietzsche's thought, but an interpretation of the events of the "Horse of Turin" in history, as well as an interpretation of it and its impact on people in the world. an inspiration. Why did the father and daughter in the film "die" on the seventh day? Is it really force majeure? Since Cambodians can come and go, it means that they are not lifeless, but they chose to give up because of the natural environment before they went far. This is not just a renunciation of future survival, but a shattering of hope, a spiritual death. That's why on the sixth day, "death came".

What really causes force majeure is not the harshness of the natural environment, but whether people can be persistently willing to "re-evaluate and rebuild new values ​​to obtain a reason for survival." After all, "God is dead", when certain aspects of When beliefs are broken, we need new beliefs as spiritual support in order to survive.

Second, I love some of the elements that are used a lot in the film: wind, smoke and sand, hair, and layers of clothing. Among them, the wind and smoke are both flowing and uncontrollable, just like the world is full of contingency and turbulence; as for the hair and clothes, they drift with the wind, drifting with the current without losing their originality, and at the same time strengthening the sense of power of the shot.

From birth, everyone begins a lonely journey towards death. "The spirit of tragedy is not to affirm a fair and just world order, but the power that can be inspired by being in the destiny." It's what we really want to do.

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  • Shanna 2022-04-08 09:01:13

    About Hungary, I know Puskas and Keqis, and I also know about "A Hundred Years of Madness", and now there is another Beratar~ I read it every minute and every second in the first hour, but then I was really stuck. If it's broken, just be good, fast forward every long shot until you switch to a new scene and object~ 1 star is dedicated to the music, 1 star is used to act as a force~ Love Zhaza

  • Johanna 2022-04-06 09:01:06

    Windy days, bitter cold, sandstorms, fierce as a knife, running against the wind, hair flying, stubborn old man, skinny horse, stone house, daughter guarding, digging well water, boiling potatoes, dipping in white salt, swallowing whole, and eating, outside the dark house, The yin beasts roared, the candles flickered, the wine drove away the cold, the pajamas were changed, the soundless sleep, the sky returned to light, another day...

The Turin Horse quotes

  • Narrator: In Turin on the 3rd of January 1889, Friedrich Nietzsche steps out of the doorway of number six, Via Carlo Albert, perhaps to take a stroll, perhaps to go by the post office to collect his mail. Not far from him, the driver of a hansome cab is having trouble with a stubborn horse. Despite all his urging, the horse refuses to move, whereupon the driver - Giuseppe? Carlo? Ettore? - loses his patience and takes his whip to it. Nietzsche comes up to the throng and puts an end to the brutal scene caused by the driver, by this time foaming at the mouth with rage. For the solidly built and full-moustached gentleman suddenly jumps up to the cab and throws his arms around the horse's neck, sobbing. His landlord takes him home, he lies motionless and silent for two days on a divan until he mutters the obligatory last words "Mutter, ich bin dumm!" and lives for another ten years, silent and demented, under the care of his mother and sisters. We do not know what happened to the horse.

  • Bernhard: Everything's in ruins, everything's been degraded, but I could say that they've ruined and degraded everything, because this is not some kind of cataclysm coming about with so-called "innocent" human aid, on the contrary, it's about man's own judgment over his own self, which of course God has a big hand in, or, dare I say, takes part in, and whatever he takes part in is the most ghastly creation that you can imagine, because, you see, the world has been debased, so it doesn't matter what I say because everything has been debased that they've acquired and since they've acquired everything in a sneaky, underhanded fight, they've debased everything, because whatever they touch, and they touch everything, they've debased; this is the way it was until the final victory, until the triumphant end; acquire, debase, debase, acquire; or I can put it differently if you'd like, to touch, debase and thereby acquire, or touch, acquire and thereby debase; it's been going on like this for centuries, on, on and on; this and only this, sometimes on the sly, sometimes rudely, sometimes gently, sometimes brutally, but it has been going on and on; yet only in one way; like a rat attacks from ambush; because for this perfect victory it was also essential that the other side, that is, everything's that's excellent, great in some way and noble, should not engage in any kind of fight, there shouldn't be any kind of struggle, just the sudden disappearance of one side meaning the disappearing of the excellent, the great, the noble, so that by now the winners who have won by attacking from ambush rule the earth and there isn't a single tiny nook where one can hide something from them because everything they can lay their hands on is theirs, even things that they can't reach but they do reach are also theirs; the heavens are already theirs and theirs are all our dreams; theirs is the moment, nature, infinite silence; even immortality is theirs, you understand?; everything, everything is lost forever, and those many nobles, great and excellent just stood there, if I can put it that way; they stopped at this point and had to understand and had to accept that there is neither God nor gods, and the excellent, the great and the noble had to understand and accept this right from the beginning, but, of course, they were quite incapable of understanding it, they believed it and accepted it but they didn't understand it; they just stood there, bewildered but not resigned until something, that flash on the mind, finally enlightened them, and all at once they realized that there is neither God nor gods; all at once they saw that there is neither good nor bad; then they saw and understood that if this was so then they themselves did not exist either; you see, I reckon this may have been the moment when we can say that they were extinguished, they burnt out; extinguished and burnt out like the fire left to smolder in the meadow; one was the constant loser, the other was the constant victor; defeat, victory, defeat, victory; and one day, here in the neighborhood I had to realize and I did realize that I was mistaken, I was truly mistaken when I thought that there had never been and could never be any kind of change here on earth; because, believe me, I know now that this change has indeed taken place.