Last year was a poem

Clemens 2022-01-12 08:01:29

"You never seem to be waiting for me, but we always meet each other. At every turn, in every bush, at the foot of every statue, by the poolside of every fountain, it looks like, in the entire garden, only You and me are left. We talk occasionally, discussing the name of the statue, the shape of the tree, the water droplets of the fountain, the color of the sky, or we don’t say anything. But you always keep a certain distance, as if there is a threshold between you and me In between, leading to somewhere dark and unfamiliar.” This line finally made me understand the meaning of poetry and movies. The characters other than the heroes and heroines are either frozen or silent or blurred, as if they are just the background of the heroes and heroines, which also reflects the feeling of "only you and me are left" in that line. Sometimes I feel that this movie is a modern dance drama, and the body movements of the characters are full of expressive tension.
The rapid switching of shots, the interlacing of real memories and dreams, are the most appropriate to express the hero and heroine’s complex feelings and the constant and chaotic thoughts, especially the heroine’s contradictions, indecision, evasion and fear, facing a serious and dull husband There is no choice with a passionate lover. The male protagonist is afraid that the female protagonist will be hurt by her husband. Several terrible imaginations are performed very well in the film with surreal methods. The soundtrack of the pipe organ also adds a lot of suspense to the film.
The ending of the film was a bit beyond my expectations, but it was not bad. It shows that the heroine husband still loves her very much. This reminds me of the road of Fellini. The heroine’s different choices create different endings. Perhaps the feeling of being loyal to herself it's the best.

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Last Year at Marienbad quotes

  • [X wanders through the hotel's corridors cataloging items he sees]

    X: Empty salons. Corridors. Salons. Doors. Doors. Salons. Empty chairs, deep armchairs, thick carpets. Heavy hangings. Stairs, steps. Steps, one after the other. Glass objects, objects still intact, empty glasses. A glass that falls, three, two, one, zero. Glass partition, letters.

  • X: I must have you alive. Alive, as you have already been every evening, for weeks, for months.

    A: I have never stayed so long anywhere.

    X: Yes, I know. I don't care. For days and days. Why don't you still want to remember anything?

    A: You're raving! I'm tired, leave me alone!