I feel that there is a poetic dignity in that movie. I feel that everyone is respected, and even everything, a table is photographed with sharp edges and corners. So I think about his time. What is going on with people, what is going on with the world.
All in all, it was taken by a pair of curious eyes. It was a thinking mind, a soul that kept asking something.
The two movies, whether it is a country priest or a pickpocket, may impress you because they have a pair of straight eyes. Either full of piety, or full of cunning, but a trace of doubt is their common feature. That is the soul that is not willing to rest, the soul that is not willing to be muddled. In contrast, why do we rarely see similar gazes that point directly at the soul or ask or inquire in other images?
There are also those indispensable narrations, perhaps the easiest for us to touch their hearts directly. They are always thinking and exploring with their own lives, and they are doing this exploration in an absolutely maverick way. Either as rural priests, or as abominable pickpockets, they explore the thickness and many possibilities of life in such a way that they are as opposed and separated from society as possible. They are always incomprehensible, facing a hateful look, but they are still so unwilling to hesitate. Is it their problem, or is it a social problem? So the author raised his question like this.
I didn't see much, but I was fascinated by such images. People who feel that people are still capitalized, the isolation has begun, behind that wall, that may be the last person, struggling to find a way out in the already collapsed world.
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