In the dream, you moved your hands, your eyelashes trembled slightly, and then fell asleep again. Are you looking for me? Sweat drops from your eyebrows, streaming; the baby sobs softly and the door creaks. I came to the porch and cried... My
daughter was reading her mother's late letter leisurely, and time flowed, engraved on the wall of this old house where the scenery is no longer beautiful.
The father left, leading the old dog who accompanied him and disappeared to the side of the road, leaving behind a silent and mourning back.
Anna, my only regret, is it the only one...
"Forever First Day", a work by the Greek film master Angelopoulos, won the Palme d'Or at the 1998 Cannes Film Festival. At the end of the film, the poet and his dead wife danced lightly on the beach. The old house that accompanied the young wife's lonely time has been turned into a pile of ruins. The stone path is paved on the beach into a huge cross, pointing to the end of the Aegean Sea; the sky and the sea are plated with a soft yellow glow.
What is tomorrow?
One more day than forever!
One day more than forever, like both a riddle and a promise. The poet let go of his wife, leaving him still alone on the beach.
"And you are here, everything is waiting, for the truth. For the truth... Kofra... the exile... I... late night. Kofra. Exile. Me. Late night. Kofra... Kofu Pull..." This paragraph is full of silent recitations of deep love for the mother tongue, condensing the last inscription of the poet.
The film is a real and illusory sadness in the eyes of the poet, and it brings me a sorrow that is hard to erase. Although it is sad, it is very warm. It is the old man's recollection of the faint sadness of his childhood. I like this kind of warm sadness, which is a flash of human care, and it is also an important way of expressing love and eternal themes in the art form of film. Facing this poetic description of the day an old man experienced in the last days of his life, I was sentimental for a long time.
When an adversary who is accustomed to wandering in a lost way suddenly loses the meaning of loneliness and recalls the warmth of love, when a poet who can’t learn to love suddenly desires to love, but finds that his life has come to an end, what he endures What kind of loneliness and sadness is it? Alexander is such an old man. He lived a life of self-exile when he was young and became a famous poet. Today, he has only the last day left. A late letter strung up this originally aimless day. A letter from his deceased wife reminded him of a love he had not had time to cherish. The wife died prematurely in the sadness of not being able to keep the poet, leaving only endless regret for Alexander.
Anna, Alexander's wife, is like an innocent girl, admiring Alexander when she was young; but like his other mother, hoping to take this naughty child home. Of course she can do nothing. Finally, Alexander came back, but Anna died painfully in the thought of not being able to enter the world of her lover.
Anna, are your memories still in that time and space? Alexander gazed gently at his beautiful wife. Will you forgive me? Alexander's old image kept breaking into the time and space where his wife was still alive, where the sky was blue and the sea, where the wife and her family danced and played carefree. Alexander is like an invader of time and space. He wants to hug Anna tightly in this meditative time and space, even if he regrets every time he laments "It's too late, it's too late..."
That's how he should be immersed in it. An ordinary day in the fantasy has completely changed an Albanian boy. Alexander rescued this wandering child who had experienced all kinds of bitterness in the world prematurely from all kinds of people. Police, border patrols, and even human traffickers. The boy is like a pair of eyes, using the most primitive innocence of mankind to help Alexander find what he has been searching for. A lonely poet, an orphan with a hard life, one is an old man who is about to return, and the other is a smuggled refugee with an uncertain future. The director makes their respective time and space cross on this day and turn them into eternity.
During the journey of the old man taking the orphans to and from the border between Greece and Albania, the camera stretched to the border with naked submachine guns and expressionless police officers, to the ruins and high walls burned by war, and to a small river beside a small river. The ruins of the temple, where the poet told the child what he had been looking for—continuing a 19th-century poem "Liberation of the Trapped"; then it stretched out to the foggy seaside town of Tissanonica in Greece , Staying next to the wedding of a couple on Xiaocheng Street.
This is a veritable long shot. The old and elegant rituals are performed on the dilapidated streets, as if time has allowed history to settle here. It is so quiet and calm. No one is aware of the rush of time. There was a kind and serene atmosphere on their faces, the most sincere and innocent expressions of human beings. The young couple danced on the beach, holy and ethereal, and even the eternally silent Aegean Sea blessed their peaceful union. This is the most beautiful segment in the movie. Love is like a beacon, shining on the people on the way and showing the way back.
In the last few hours of the day, the old man accompanied his children through a tragic life and death difference. It was another car-wiping orphan of the same age who died under a car tire. No one is responsible for him, no one can return his ashes to the land where he was born. The director deliberately arranged such a detail for us, showing the fragility of life, the sorrow of human nature and the ruthlessness of war to the poet, and the sadness filled the helpless faces of the old and the young. The old man begged the child who was about to leave to spend the last two hours with him.
So they boarded a bus, and the bright lights in the bus temporarily dispelled the misery in the two people's hearts. This is the only journey filled with joy in the film. They laughed with each other's heart, the air relaxed, and the beautiful night of the ancient city was outside the window. This is a journey of profound meaning. The young man carrying a red flag and silently stepping onto the bus from the parade crowd, the poet stared at his tired eyes, is there a shadow of his own youth in the middle? With enthusiasm, maintaining one's firm belief, fiercely resisting the reality that makes oneself dissatisfied? The few musicians who got on the car midway, playing the tunes he was most familiar with, did it coincide with his tired old life that turned to the search for art itself? The pair of awkward lovers, the woman threw away the beautiful flowers, and was gently picked up by him. Is that because he was bemoaning that he could no longer restore the lost love? The camera continuously stretches out the window to a few cyclists in yellow shirts. Does it allude to the repeated life in the world? The Bible says that there is nothing new under the sun. Finally, the spiritual pillar of his later years, the great poet who longed to write in his native language but failed to fulfill his long-cherished wish boarded the bus. Is he also sighing for the haggard and beautiful life that is about to die? The last bright morning star at dawn, foretells the coming of the scorching sun, and the shadows of the fog are afraid to damage, the cloudless sky, a breeze blows happily, caressing the face under the sky, as if muttering to the depths of the soul. Life is sweet...Life is sweet.
A bus, less than an hour's journey, is silent about the poet's life.
One or two details can be stringed together for an entire season.
The bus circled back to the beginning, and three bicycles passed by the camera, which implies the end of a reincarnation, and
another person is about to listen to the angel's call.
No one noticed the fleeting life around him in the night under the thick fog, and no one can change the fate of life and the end of death. The poet's smile at this moment is like a shooting star across the clear night sky. An arbitrary starting point, a lonely end. One day is a bridge, connecting the vastness of life and the boundlessness of returning. They are insurmountable. What is love? Love is a small lamp in the dark, love does not curse the darkness, love only makes itself shine.
The poet did not let the sunrise of the next day take away his life forever, but he also found the signal to the end. The misty Greek town of Tissanoneka, winter passes and spring comes. The poet watched himself leave forever, with his back facing the sun of a new day.
The writer Shi Tiesheng said that memory is a cage, and impression is the sky outside the cage. The poet in the film is like an intruder who travels through time and space time and time again, looking for his lost wife, looking for himself in the memory, looking for the home of love. Maybe it's to make up, maybe it's to talk, maybe it's just to comfort my heart that can't stand the torment of wandering. Those impressions in memory about love, about maternal love, about childhood, may have become history, or may never have happened, only exist in the poet's meditation. Just like Zhuang Sheng's Dream Butterfly, is it the poet in the memory or the memory in the poet's heart? What is it that draws a line in the void and separates the two worlds alive?
What is life? Life is a candle. Carefully protect it, and there will be no years; it is better to burn it arbitrarily and emit double light and heat. What is death? Death is a window of life. Death does not exist for those who dare to face it. Death only swallows the cowardly. The more alive you are, the farther death will be from you.
what is love? Love is like a lamp in the dark, shining on the soul until the day when life and death meet. However, when we are alive, we don’t need to hurry up, we can waste time, we don’t need to discuss philosophy, or we don’t need to discuss tomorrow. But we must learn to love, learn to be kind to those around us, learn to get along with others, learn to understand and tolerate. When people who love us deeply feel pain, we cannot let ourselves be disdainful of entering their lives. Otherwise, once lost, it is irreversible.
What is the time? Time is a mystery. Time is a little boy playing sandbags at the beach. Time seems to be in a hurry, but from time to time it freezes a certain moment, teaches people to linger, and becomes permanent. This is the lesson the film taught me.
Mom, why? Why are things always unsatisfactory?
why? Why must we be rancid, hovering between pain and desire?
Why have I been wandering all my life? Why do I feel at home when I have the rare opportunity to use my native language?
When I can still find the lost or forgotten words from the silence, will my steps return home again?
why? Mom, why...we don't know how to love?
This is the monologue that fascinates me the most in the film.
In the afternoon, if the sun is silent,
can you hear where the
past has gone?
In the light of the front-end, or at the very thought of
in the time ignored the existence of
life and death the same
, "Alexander, Alexander, dinner, Alexander ......"
movie soundtrack have been and are co director of female musician Eleni Karaindrou, very A pretty woman. All the tracks in the original soundtrack "Forever V One Day" are arranged by her. The director once described her music as "blood not shed in the movie". Download link : http://bbs.uying.com/104/12037/
Attachment: A passage from Xi Murong:
Xi Murong: I don’t know if you have watched the movie by the Greek director Angele Pres. There is a movie called "One Day forever". Then he talks about it. Of course he has many other details, for example, he talks about it. At some point, it was said that a poet who had never been able to speak his mother tongue since childhood, a Greek poet, finally returned to Greece. So what does he do? He asked others to say, give me a vocabulary, give me a word, that is, many people would come by boat and say a word to him, such as pleasure, or someone would come and say a (word) to him, look around, or someone would come with him Speaking of memories, he came back relying on the Greeks so far away. After saying a lot of words to him one by one, he wrote a poem praising his own hometown. Then my own feeling is that I After watching this movie, after watching it two or three times, I found out that I am that person, a person who does not speak my native language and did not grow up on the land of my original hometown. The pursuit of details is how my friends live on this land, how my ethnic group formed this culture on this land, and this detail in this culture is very attractive to me, so it was for me a few years ago. , It seems that my feeling is that I am homesick when I come back, because of my homesickness, I want to make up for my homesickness, what do I want, but in the past few years, my feeling is that I am attracted to this Mongolian culture. So I am full of a strong thirst for knowledge, I think this land is attractive to me, and it has a call to me, then this ethnic group also gives me a lot of warmth.
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