The first film review I wrote, and the second time I watched Muschett, this is the first time I have the urge to write some thoughts about the film. Speechless and silent, the tone of the whole film is like the life state of Muchet. Live forever in forbearance. Death is also silent.
Opening: The poacher set a trap, the bird entered the trap and was dying, and the protector saved the bird, which also implied that Mushait had fallen into the trap of hope. The ingenious design of the opening chapter only explained all the relationship between the characters in only 10 minutes, and the characters appeared naturally without deliberately.
Three times of music: the first objective music, Muschett sang church music "Let us be full of hope" but the last word is always sung incorrectly. If the last word is hope, it is a small counterpoint. The second time I directed subjective music, and the only time when it was called a soundtrack in the movie, playing with bumper cars, we also saw the smiling face of Muschett at this time. With the arrival of subjective music, we all feel that Muschett is happy at this time. It is a pity that Muschett was slapped in the face by his father when he pursued this little hope. Muschett returned to reality silently again. For the third objective music, Muschett sang to the Thief Hunter or the song "Let's Fill Us with Hope" but this time Muschett is not out of sound. Hope comes again.
The whole important event (the appearance of the hunter brings hope to Muschett) is in the third of the film. But when I watched this section, some small beats and plots were a little messy, and it was only two-thirds of the movie that I knew that maybe they were all drunk that night.
Bresson's resistance is not in language, in his actions, three descriptions of shoes, two throws of mud, three times with tears on his face.
Two thirds of the mothers died. The implementation of this section of feeding children is uncomfortable, the suffering is real but not intentional. After his mother died, Muschett went out to meet three people, one for her to eat, one for her to wear, and one for her the truth.
Finally, Muschett left in a tumbling form. One of my favorite bridges is also the most beautiful and cruel.
View more about Mouchette reviews
