How can I feel so "dry" like a fallen leaf when I first looked at it.
Later, after repeating it over and over again, it took a few years to discover that under the dry surface of the fallen leaves, the sadness and joy were full of emotions, recording all the past four seasons and all the surgings in the four seasons.
2.
How much I like this movie!
It is not a religion of birds, gods, birds, it is nothing more than talking about people.
People!
Let you see yourself and die in front of the mirror.
3. I
have always been more accepting that the plot is clear and clear. These best movies are clear in the plot. The memory fragments of ordinary suspects at Mulholland Road were so overwhelming.
Remember its skills, incredible skills.
For example, in the tenth minute, in the lounge of the church, from the pastor and colleagues talking about the entry of the fisherman and his wife, Bergman used a very peculiar way to cut, including the fisherman coming back for the second time. The pastor and the appearance of Marta make me particularly fond of the obscure time, while the space is squeezed into a few simple actions. Maybe it's because I didn't watch other people's movies so meticulously, so I haven't found other people to deal with it in this way so far.
For example, in the first scene of Communion, I originally thought that Space Hole, but only after several times I discovered that Ingrid Turin's three shots made it full of chasing and questioning.
For example, the change of light, behind the action, is like Bach's music.
For example, landmines are buried everywhere in a simple plot.
For example, Bergman always has to deal with two or even several actions in one shot, and drive emotional changes.
The rich techniques in this movie are extremely difficult and extremely subtle. It keeps the story working hard and allows people to hear the creaking sound of bones moving. I don't have the ability to talk about it all. Every time I read it again, I discover more new content, and it keeps coming.
4.
When you find that you are born as a human, but do not have any ability to love others, then it will teach you to be heartbroken. I fucked your mother, it turned out to be a horror movie.
5.
Excerpt two paragraphs from the script. One is the long letter from Marta, and the other is a conversation between the two in the classroom.
<1>
I am willing to accept pain. I am very strong. You have created my strong body and soul, but you have never given me a mission worthy of my strength. Give me the meaning of life! I will be your obedient slave. (Back to the foreground) This fall I realized that my prayer had come to light. I prayed for a clear mind, and I succeeded. I realize that I love you, I pray for a mission that can use my power, and I have received it. This mission is you. The above is the voice of a female teacher. When you refuse to listen to the phone, my world is dark and lonely. What I seriously lack is the ability to express love to you. I don't know what to do. I have been in pain, and I even considered praying again, but despite this, I still have a little bit of self-esteem, my dearest little Thomas, as you see this is a long letter. And now I want to write something that I dare not say even when you are lying in my arms: I love you, I live for you, possess me and enjoy me. Behind my false self-esteem and independence, there is actually only one wish: to be allowed to live for someone, which is very difficult. When I think about this, maybe it's just a mistake, tell me I'm not wrong, dear. "
<2>
Marta (talking to herself): I understand that I was wrong before, and I was always wrong.
Thomas (painfully): I am leaving. I have to talk to Mrs. Parson.
Marta: No, it's all my fault. Every time I hate you, I desperately want to turn my hatred into pity for you. (Looking at him) I have always sympathized with you. I am so used to sympathizing with you that I can't even hate you now. (She smiles apologetically—a twisted, ironic smile. He glances at her quickly: her shoulders are bent forward, her head stretched forward tensely, her hands are huge and stiff, her eyes flashing with sudden loss of defense and burning Like look, two eardrops protruding from the messy hair)
Marta: What would you do without me?
Thomas: Oh! (With a tireless expression, he bit his lip. A sense of disgust floods his brain from his stomach.)
Marta (at a loss): No, you can't live on! You will not survive! Dear little Thomas, nothing can save you, you will hate yourself to death!
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