It's not a narrative, it's an image. It is a poem composed of music and pictures, which embodies the essence of film.
It is even more amazing to see that it is actually based on a novel by the Ukrainian writer Kotyubinsky, because the narrative element is extremely weakened, not literature at all, but it is cinematic and poetic.
He told us what a movie is, only the pictures are enough, and of course there is music, in addition to the eyes, we also need to put on the ears, we can go to find our soul. And all this constitutes undoubtedly belongs to the film, which is a completely independent art form different from literature. This movie made me feel that very deeply.
Film is the art of carving time. If literature is the art of reminiscing about the passing of time and time, then film is entirely based on images to construct a memory.
And all stories are not told, we see with our eyes, hear with our ears, and especially, feel with our hearts.
Psychedelic lenses and pictures, enigmatic eyes, and dream-like search, we are completely in a poetic country. In Parajanov's films, human beings truly inhabit the poetic land.
This nation is like a poem. They wear white clothes with lace, but full of religious holiness. The lace is the joy in the suffering life. Because of the suffering of this nation, they know how to live and find joy. They like music, they like to get together, and they sing and dance. , whirling and laughing non-stop, they balance suffering and joy in their lives. Their lives have become poetry because of so many songs and so many prayers. Yes, the main part of their life is religion and music, what kind of a nation belongs to the soul, how can such a nation not be respected and yearned for from the heart. Thus, we see a pure peach blossom-like world.
Death always follows. Suffering is never a rarity on a hard, snowy, hard earth. They are looking for the meaning of life in suffering. Feel the joy of life in the occasional doze of death. death from beginning to end. Ivan's family eventually all died. However, how can we forget the charm of the stars in the starry night, Marichka running in the woods, forgetting the joyful call from the heart when she hugged the little lamb on the cliff: Ivan. Ivan has been remembered at this moment. He and Marichka were marked by love together and stayed in the torrent of this time.
In the land full of religious feelings in the north, we have encountered the film so closely again and again. It was Tarkovsky and Parajanov who found this tool as the best tool for depicting the soul. tool. Dreams are even more blurry than art has ever been, but also close to nature, close to the soul, and open up our imaginations. I think it is such a miraculous and miserable land that such people who are loyal to thinking and loyal to the heart are born. The cold north also gave birth to the deepest soul.
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