Maybe this means that I have to do a few more years of disaster for the world. I want to live in Iceland, watching the scattered gravel, watching the wasteland torn apart by snow, watching children waving red kites on the blue sky and white clouds, watching men go fishing and women pushing strollers and bathing in the sun, watching houses The clean colors gradually become mottled.
This is the feeling that came up after watching "Heima" yesterday. You can think of this film as a scenic film, a documentary, or even a record of a Sigur-ros concert tour.
They can start their concerts wherever they want. "I've never seen an artist gave concerts so easy." In the open space in front of the door, on the grassland surrounding the mountains, on the temporary stage set up, they began to play, and then everyone sat on the open space, together with the whole family. Listen to it all. That's how they patrolled all of Iceland.
Therefore, this film is called "Heima", "Heima means'at home'".
The lead singer of Sigur-ros is not good-looking. Wearing old fashioned clothes, singing a song with tangled facial features, it is gay to be blind. But as soon as he hummed those sentences that I didn't understand, and closed the harmonies that were farther than the sky, I started to be moved. The world is unfolding in front of you, yes, still crying.
The few images that were very impressive were that a child was walking around beside them when they were playing, innocent and innocent. There are red kites all over the sky. And they drew up the curtain during the performance, light and shadow intertwined, blue, green and gray, and finally returned to black and white. Under the curtain, an empty stage was left.
Then everyone stood up and cheered, applauded, deafening.
This is Sigur-ros, my favorite Sigur-ros. How touching can Post-rock be? How touching can it be without the vocal dominance? You will understand after watching this film.
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