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Darby 2022-01-19 08:01:47

The film lasted more than seven hours, and the posterity was basically in a stiff state after watching it. The long shot at the beginning gave me the illusion that the disc was stuck or the machine was broken. It is conceivable that the camera stopped there. It seemed to be in an uncontrolled state without pushing or pulling, but slowly the camera began to move, moving slowly along the wall. I don’t know why, I really like this paragraph, including the film. There are many panning shots in the back, which are very attractive. The composition is perfectly balanced, concise and just right, and the incredibly long shots are handled very cleanly, slowly and powerfully.

The whole filming environment is a rainy farm in autumn. The rain is like the doctor said, it will fall into spring. Through the whole film, the humidity is dim. The black and white shooting is very dark, always, the lens likes to be facing a road, on either side or in the woods, or fields, or houses. Most of the time it is raining. When not advancing, stop there to take pictures of passersby. Until it disappears. What's amazing is that in the foreground, heaven? ,nightmare? These two paragraphs start from the same scene one after the other and pull back in opposite directions. Compared with the previous narration of the same event from different viewpoints, the same scene causes a stronger sense of difference. The angles of the camera at the beginning of each segment are different. For example, if I feel that Irimias is coming back, the angle of the farm tavern camera is very low, which feels suppressed and fearful, and the bells that accompany each other all the time accentuate the atmosphere of death. When shooting Iremias, the camera is high, as compelling as to dominate everything. Many times, the dialogue happens outside the camera. This is very interesting. If you talk about a long shot, you can think of Old Tower, Anzhe, and Ozu, but I didn’t think of any of them because of the feeling that this guide gave me. It's too different, so none of them can be compared. There is no similarity in the dialogue, it's like you are listening to the dialogue facing a door.

Speaking of these people in the whole film, the most touching thing is the little girl. The narrative takes a long time, and there are only a few shots. The length is very long, and the shock is not too small. The little girl was deceived by her brother, poisoned her cat, and committed suicide by taking rat poison. In short, things are like this. The movie was shot like this. The little girl and her brother were full of hope when they buried the money. They were weak and weak. They didn’t care about them. They vented their temper to the cat, and said to the cat, I’m better than you, come on, Fight. Then the milk was mixed with rat poison and gave it to the cat, pressing the cat desperately into the milk. After feeding the cat, the girl retreated far away, and the camera stayed like this for a long, long time. People’s psychology began to change slowly, and then learned that the money had been cheated and was driven away by the doctor. Early in the morning, the girl ran away from home holding the stiff dead cat. She looked desperate and looked miserable. The camera followed the girl for a long time. Time, I saw people completely collapsed, walked all the way to the abandoned house, sat under the tree, took rat poison, and lay down with the cat in his arms. Reminiscent of Bresson's "Muchette". Then a narration sounded: Yes, she told herself gently, the angel saw it, and the angel knew it. Her heart is calm, the trees, the road, the rain, the night, everything is quiet...

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Satantango quotes

  • Horgos Sanyi: You've never seen fog before or what?

  • Irimiás: I am in a state of deep emotion. As you can imagine, I am totally confused. I am bewildered and shocked. Yet I must pull myself together. Though right now all I can say is that I share in this broken-hearted mother's misery. In a mother's never-ending mourning and sorrow. In the grief of losing the one who is dearest to our hearts. This tragic event weighs us all down with sadness. I don't think there's anyone who would disagree with me. And now the hardest thing is, in this sadness with our teeth clenched, to get our minds over the heartbreak, to defy our tears when our voices fail us. For, and I would like to call your attention to this, nothing can be more important than for us to reconstruct the shocking events which led to the terrible death of an innocent child... before the police start investigating. You'd better expect that the inspectors from town will try to make us primarily responsible for this awful event. Yes, my friends, they're going to blame us. Because, to be quite honest... with a little caution, care and attention, we could have prevented it. Just imagine this vulnerable creature wandering all night long in the pouring rain, at the mercy of the first passer-by, of the first tramp, of anybody. She was whipped by the wind all night, she fell easy prey to the elements. She must have been around here, wandering here all the time. She may have looked in through this window and saw that you were all drunk and dancing around. Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to accuse anyone personally. I am not accusing the mother, who is never going to forgive herself for getting up too late in the morning of that awful day. I am not accusing the victim's brother, nor any other members of the family. So I am not accusing anyone. But let me ask you the question, aren't we all guilty? You will, of course, answer that we are innocent. But then, what do we call this poor child? The victim of the innocent? The martyr of the faultless? The slaughtered of the sinless? I'd rather call her innocent. I spent the night turning in my bed till I realised this. Not only do we not know how the tragic event happened, but we don't really even know what exactly happened. I am quite convinced that this event was fated to happen. Now you also seem to suspect that. It is not enough, however, to suspect something. Things are to be understood and said without delay. It had been quite clear for you before coming here, but you were too afraid to say that this yard was ruled by misfortune. You didn't dare talk about it. Now you may rightly suppose an irrevocable judgment is coming soon. You are slouching around in this decay, far away from everything that means life. Your plans come to nothing, your dreams, still blind, are shattered. You expect some miracle which will never come. But what kind of misfortune are you the victims of? Is it the crumbling plaster, the roofs without tiles, the crumbling walls, the sour taste our friend Futaki keeps talking about? Isn't it the shattered prospects, and broken dreams, that bend our knees and wear us numb? Don't be surprised that I speak harshly, but let us be honest. If you felt the yard was ruled by misfortune, why didn't you try to do something about it? You thought a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. But this is a coward's way. It is disgraceful and careless and it has serious consequences. This is called impotence, sinful impotence. This is weakness, sinful weakness. This is cowardice, sinful cowardice. Because, and bear this in mind, it's not just to others that we can do unforgivable things, but also to ourselves. And this, my friends, is even more serious. Yes, when you think about it, all kinds of vileness are sins against ourselves. And you know, my friends, if I think back and see you lying half-dead on the chairs and tables, on top of each other, dribbling, exhausted, my heart sinks and I cannot judge you, for I will never be able to forget this. From your panting, snoring and groaning, I heard your cry for help which I have to answer. We know each other well. I have been keeping my eyes wide-open for decades everywhere. I bitterly observe that, under the thick veil of trickery and deception, nothing has changed. Misery has remained misery. The two extra spoonfuls of food we can have only makes the air thinner in front of our mouths. But I realised what I have done so far is nothing. A much deeper solution is needed. So, using the opportunity, I decided... to get some people together and set up a model farm, which will ensure a stable living, and bind this tiny group of the dispossessed together. I am creating an island where no one is powerless, where everyone will live in peace, and will feel safe as human beings. That is why I left for the manor in Almás. The main building is in good condition, the rental agreement is a simple matter. There's just one problem... no use in trying to keep it a secret from you... the money. Without a penny, the whole thing is dead. Capital is needed for production, but this is a bit complicated. There's no point in going into details. And you'll understand that the circumstances of our meeting made me feel uncertain, whether you would be able to do it. Whether you would be able to offer the little money, the result of your extra hard work and much hardship, to hand over for a hasty idea. Think about it. Calm your thoughts. Do not decide straight away. But if fate decides that from now on we stay together, inseparable, do remember the price that has been paid. Do not forget the child... who may have had to perish for the very reason so our star could finally rise. Who knows, my friends? All we know for certain is... that life is very hard on us.