"Baraka" is a 14-month "photographic exhibition level" combination of pictures taken in more than 150 regions in 24 countries and across 5 continents. It is a very shocking documentary about the process and thinking of human civilization without dialogue. In the documentary world, this is a must-see level. In the humanities subject world, this is a classic.
Must-see is: a film that photography enthusiasts should love very much. In terms of composition and lighting, Baraka's shots are very extraordinary. By dividing the film infinitely, every shot of baraka can be used to participate in the photography exhibition. The beauty of the combination of a languageless documentary and the soundtrack is that it not only makes the lens lively, but also makes the lens language more profound.
The classic is: Baraka did not mobilize many, many scientists and historians, and used the chattering and slightly intimidating language to scare you: Look, what have we all done, human beings will...blahblah, as powerless as my mother’s nagging . Baraka uses no dialogue. It uses a longitudinal comparison of time to tell us some facts and warn us that human beings are a little flustered now, but the future is not good. This kind of "lens language" is powerful, so it is classic.
And one of my favorite things is that the seemingly plotless collection of photographic works has cut out a film that looks at the history of human civilization. Its plot has its beginnings and turns, a natural transition, a climax, and an open discussion. The elements of a plot movie are all present. In my opinion, the extremely obscure central idea throughout the film is to explain the importance of faith. Most of the panic and blindness of modern humans is the lack of guidance of faith. However, faith is almost a double-edged sword. While it brings you courage, it also cuts a lot of others' knives. Then we should believe in God's horse?
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The stars shift, the land emerges, the earth takes shape, and the power of life is about to move. A monkey stares melancholy, and mankind begins its chapter.
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human beings record history, religion and architecture with their favorite marks.
Nepal. The eyes of the four-sided stupa watched the generations of mankind. The people of Bad Gangu capital began to busy all day. In the early morning, believers use red paint to worship the gods. Ascetics use scriptures to gain energy.
Israel. The Jews swayed at the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem, approaching God infinitely in the most pious manner.
Turkey. The Sufis throw themselves into the embrace of God with a beautiful and elegant swirling dance. Rotating without stopping for more than an hour, without dizziness? Is it the power of God?
Jerusalem. The eternal servant of Christ bows down to worship the mark of his last stay before death.
Tibet. Tibetan Buddhists slowly turned their prayer beads under the butter lamp.
Japan. The nun at Kinkakuji looked at the stone in front of her in a daze. Is it guilt or guilt that the stone washes away?
The roar of the sea in a cave with a reproductive worship color also symbolizes the turmoil at the source of life. Such commotion spread to the history books of different countries.
The light moves little by little, leaving the Royal Palace on the outskirts of the ancient city of Siem Reap, the royal baths in Angkor Town, and the stupa of Borobudur. If you say, when the light and heat that govern life disappear together, then humans will not Will it disappear? The tribe at the foot of the Indonesian volcano used rituals to let us worship the volcano god. Listen to God's words, it's true. It should be safe to follow in the footsteps of God.
Therefore, the role of religious belief in ancient civilizations can be seen in general. At the mercy of mysterious and uncertain events, we do need some spiritual guidance to eliminate the insecurities in our bones.
However, faith is also more partial. Perhaps it is a celestial phenomenon that transcends cognition, or perhaps an alien civilization has really come to visit. The ancient humans, inspired by the rock paintings on the cliffs, set off a climax of totem worship. Such imprints and customs still exist in some forgotten corners of a highly developed civilized society. Perhaps some imprints have formed a kind of memory, which has been coded into genetic codes and passed on from generation to generation. However, I am still curious, what kind of revelation led them to develop a worship system that closely colludes with totems and rituals?
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wind and clouds changed in the third revolution , thunder roared, and mottled scars flashed across the distant sky, that was a helpless face about to cry. In the dense forest, when the occasional picking becomes the deforestation of the electrification age, when the surface of the earth is dug into trenches, a new world is struggling and clamoring for growth.
That's the length of the mankind's modern civilization.
As a result, human dwellings have changed from vast hilltops to small compartments fenced by railings in cement brick houses. Human living resources have changed from hunting in the vast grasslands and forests, fishing in the ocean to the factories and workshops on the assembly line. Assembly of small parts. Day by day, year after year......
This kind of civilization was full of enthusiasm and prosperous momentum at the beginning. No one can deny that the group of human beings grows stronger and stronger. Originally, the various tribes have formed themselves into several highly integrated countries, and the thatched houses in the ruined caves have turned into high-rise buildings. The primitive hunting and farming methods, which account for a large part of luck, have become a life model of industrialized production to earn labor value. The super wisdom of mankind is enough to make the sky subdued and worshipped.
Worship is easy to make people highly myopic, and you can't see the dark side of such civilization, and you can't see the appearance of some people who can't keep up with the by-products of civilization struggling to survive.
Huge industrial waste is transported to third world countries by ship by ship. It is ridiculous that the third world countries, which have made little contribution to this industrial society and have not benefited much, have to bear the industrial waste they produce.
In the fast-moving industrially developed society, there are always some corners that are out of sync. Those are some marginalized people. On the side of the street, under the bridge piers, in front of the windows of high-end shopping malls, if you notice, please don't despise them in a hurry. They just ran slowly, and couldn't keep up with the fast car going away at high speed. The hateful thing is that the people in the car always think that there is a way out only in the car, but who made the rules of the game?
On the corner of the night, the girls standing on the street, the noisy occasions with neon flashes, and the girls with heavy makeup are born in response to what kind of needs. Some people say that maybe what people need is not female sex, but a warm comfort, listening ear, or else, how come a geisha. I said, perhaps what we need more is the guidance of a true God and an open mind forever. Sad, disappointed, lonely, there is always a place to go.
However, for a thousand people, there may be a hundred gods. When beliefs were born, it was absolutely impossible to guess that they would become the source of bloody fights and wars. The war declared in the name of God is extremely powerful. How many people are willing to fight for God while devoting their lives to their faith. So almost all the mighty battles in human history are closely related to religious beliefs. But what if religious strife turns into a tool of genocide? So would God also want to run away? The howling Jewish souls in Auschwitz in Poland are also waiting for an answer.
Or when human beings are not satisfied with the aggression triggered by the territories and resources it occupies, if you have oil, please remember to have a strong military force at the same time. Otherwise, the ending of "rich and oily" will make you stunned and at the same time not very happy.
Whether our country is too rich or too poor to drink water, we all need a powerful monarch to lead. When encountering a monarch who likes architecture, our younger generations can rely on the wonderful buildings he shed to collect a lot of tickets. When encountering a monarch who loves the country and the beauty more, our younger generations may be born immersed in the romantic legend, and there is nothing to be romantic. When encountering a monarch who doesn't like to talk, we may not even be able to speak freely. When encountering a cruel monarch, we may shed our precious skeletons to remind future generations, hanging beams and thorns.
So, what kind of monarch did you meet? In other words, would you like to believe in the beliefs of others, or share the same beliefs? Acknowledge the good luck of others, and also acknowledge the rationality of other people's vocalizations?
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It's still a battle to change the stars, dynasties are replaced, and walls are ruined. Looking at the world heritage that is now famous all over the world, almost all have experienced the baptism of war. Perhaps what we need more is the baptism of religious enthusiasm that has been forgotten for a long time. Just like the Hindus bathing on the banks of the Ganges, they are convinced that the power given by the Ganges water will wash away the lead and be free from pain and sin in the next life.
In summary, it is important to have personal beliefs in order to have a strong aura for eternal life. Let us jump, use the bell, use the rotation, use the worship, use the kiss, use the life, use the once-in-a-lifetime hajj, endlessly approach the only "God" we share forever.
It's best to be the "only one", otherwise, it is really boring, hurtful and sad to compare whose gods are more powerful. You won't want to encounter it.
PS: When showing this "Baraka" to a group of 13-to-four-year-old children born in the 90s, they obviously received a lot of loud and loud "So boring", hey, I was too impatient to let them know the world. Is it beautiful and not so beautiful? Maybe, let them be heartless and splendid in the splendid moment, and the unpleasant things will be said later. Well, you go to see Ultraman save the earth.
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