1962 "Eclipse"-Cannes Film Festival Jury Special Award
1964 "Red Desert"-Venice Film Festival Golden Lion Award
1967 "Zoom"-Cannes Film Festival Gold palm Award
thought he would like to "zoom" because Bergman said: he (Antonioni) shot two great movies, the other you can be ignored. One is Blow Up, I have watched this movie many times, and the other is La Notte.
But this time, I was incorrigibly fascinated by the "wonderful moments" in "Eclipse"-a kind of spatial temptation-as Andrew Sarris said, a kind of "Anthony-like boredom" profound.
In the early summer morning, with weak lights and languid fans, eyes wandering, and walking slowly, the two of them are relatively silent, and they intend to leave in the frozen space.
"Do you no longer love me? Or do you not want to marry me?"
" I don't know"
"When did you stop loving me?"
" Idon't know"
"Really? But there must be a reason, I understand these things.
" I know you know, but I don't know."
The emotions of the characters are vague; there is no fierce confrontation with words, irritating impulsive expressions, and rude and savage actions. Only the hesitant and irreversible air flows slowly in the still space, interpreting the movie's progress. The wider time and space revealed after the curtains were opened, but still-silence: silent trees, icy buildings, and even freezing wind-are not salvation: she walked out of the room indifferently, and another They stayed in the darkness where the door slid.
The wild flowers swaying in the wind, full of vitality, and all of this kind of awkwardness, plain black dress, simple line decoration on the right side of the waist, the woman casually shakes the shawl in her hand, this picture is very beautiful , Hiding a kind of comfort after getting rid of. The faintly entangled car on the road carries mechanized noises like a kind of entanglement, and there are more traces of reinforced concrete in the background of the lens. Yes, you can't get rid of it. It is a selfish and cold cruelty to want to find happiness.
Suddenly in the noisy street, the hustle and bustle of the stock exchange hall, everyone is hoarse: endless phone calls, running, urging, waving arms... About this particular way can satisfy a certain kind of Human achievement and sense of manipulation; mothers are unwilling to listen to their daughters, and women have to talk several times and then stop. A staff member died of a sudden heart attack. The few minutes of silence that were required were very ironic. As soon as the ringtone passed the venue, an astonishing noise erupted. No one was willing to be silent for another second. "One minute here is It means billions." Everyone in it is a cold thing with no distracting thoughts.
The woman's room is simple and exquisite, just like her one-necked coat, without any complicated embellishments but it sets off her elegant neck very well. I really like the room of my girlfriend from Kenya, the farm outside the picture, the wild photos, the mask-like wooden chair backrest, the animal-like cloth decoration, the black dance of the woman-the body is very exhausted, flashing The bright collar, the big earrings, and the simple wrapping, sway the most primitive intoxication in the mix of the most primitive percussion and the simple vocals, and only at this moment can such indulgence in the dark. Unexpectedly looking for dogs at night, the lights are like stars, time and space are vast and far away. The vertical bunting pole strikes the rhythm of the rhythm in the wind, as if it is an echo from a distant country, and we will never understand what the same thing will be in another time and space.
The wing flies over the clouds, the picture is quiet and beautiful, and a moment of comfort pulls away from the world.
"What is the most difficult thing about flying an airplane?"
"Go where you want to go."
And this place is on the ground.
The stock exchange floor is still a mess, with some swearing, some praying, some owing debts, and some going bankrupt. It is worth consoling that some people will draw flowers after losing everything.
The woman and the stock trader Pierrot had a love of looking at flowers in the mist, perhaps out of emptiness and loneliness, or the pursuit of a moment of tranquility after the enthusiasm. At night he wandered downstairs in her apartment, she watched carefully through the window; they were walking on the grass in the noon, and the irrigation spray was also an excellent play, but the bright light in the eyes of the woman suddenly dimmed, and the sun had disappeared. Dark clouds pile up, and the emptiness that cannot be erased in my heart, even the moment of joy carries with it unforgettable worries. They kissed gently at the corner of the road, and she soon began to resist, dropping a piece of sawdust in the water like a kind of self-ceremonial memorial and a simple "I'm going back", the melody of that lonely space sounded again , In the lens, there are two distant back figures, without the warmth of looking back at each other as expected, only the calm and lonely time and space are seen. At night, a few sunflowers were inserted in the bottle-shaped lampshade, and the shadows projected were a bit enchanting and lonely to admire themselves. After the disturbing call was busy, it was a hysterical response. The only thing to rely on was the space in the dark. Waiting on the corner of the street, suddenly praised the strange man's better face and concealed it, the torn thin shirt in the apartment and the lingering fingertips. They imitated other couples on the exchange’s sofa, and also imitated their former self, agreeing to "see you tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and tonight, at eight o’clock... place". The phone in the exchange rang again, the voices one after another, the woman seemed to be waiting in the stairwell, but in the end it was a person walking on the noisy but lonely street.
At the end of the seven and a half minutes, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the space is interlaced and spliced, the protagonist does not show up again, the intermittent, soothing melody, seemingly echoed in the picture, make you believe that all this is still in the movie, but time and space have changed After a long time, the street lamp in the dark suddenly released disproportionately bright, the picture showed the words "FIN" in the accent of the melody, the black screen, the melancholy of time and space came to an abrupt end, leaving me alone at the table.
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