messenger of time

Alena 2022-04-23 07:04:04

In 2011, like an island, he was the continent from which he left. In 2020, 9 years of his life were immersed in the upside-down characters.

In nine years, I have opened this film many times, always stopping at about half an hour. This impetuous state of mind may be something I haven't changed in the past nine years; what balances this "eternity" is everything I know around me.


Under the street light, the lonely Alexander and the wandering boy revealed their hearts.

On the bus, when we were children, we couldn't wait to embrace the world, and those who have experienced the weather provide you with a window to explore the world. Surrounding you, the once fierce revolutionaries fell asleep, and the fiery love was also killed in the quarrel, and the middle-aged took away the bouquet of young memories. Outside the window, there may be someone who is determined and determined to walk with you. There are many disturbances along the way, but we will always usher in the climax of life.

"Push open a door, and outside the door is the beautiful wife of thirty years ago; along a river, standing on the bank back to Solomos, Greece."

Now that you are gone and time has sunk to the bottom of the sea, we will meet again in eternity or memory.

Angelopoulos' slow shots and coherent transitions allow Alexander's memories and narratives to blend into his interactions with the boy in a surreal way. Boys are like messengers of time, coming today.

Lonely, sad, peaceful, fulfilled. Those four words make up everything I understand about this movie.

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Eternity and a Day quotes

  • Alexandre: All passed by so quickly. This suspect pain... my stubbornness to want to learn,to want to know... then the darkness... the silence around me... the silence. All made me believe that before the end of winter with the ethereal silhouettes of the boats,and their sudden breakthroughs in the sky, with the lovers along the promenade,in the declining sun, and the hypocritical promise of the spring, all made me believe that before the end of winter... My only regret, Anna... but is it only one?... is not to have finished anything. I left it all as a draft, shattered words here and there.

  • Alexandre: I once asked you "how long will tomorrow last?" and you answered me: Eternity and a day.