Why do humans want to make movies? Why do humans want to record everything around them? Is it to retain the fleeting beauty? In the long years to come, are there memories to be seen without feeling desolate, or to remember all the moving moments of pain or happiness and tranquility in life?
There is no mysterious sense of destiny, nor is it hard to breathe bitterness and fear of religious worship. At the beginning, he just used the simplest way to salute the highest art form he imagined. He was praying, perhaps still jerky, With a kind of unfamiliar roughness, it's like using an 8mm crude camera and rustling film to shake the handle clumsily and then carefully edit it in a small room with a curtain, just like treating one's beloved child.
His newborn daughter, the guy driving the bumpy car, the loving and smiling mother in the window upstairs, the celebration in the factory, the performance at the celebration, the actor who received the honorarium after the meeting, saw it on the windowsill in the cracks of life The croaking pigeon...
his wife yelled at him on the platform, "Don't go on anymore," that was a plausible saying, but unfortunately the train passed by in a hurry and the wind was too strong. He opened the window in vain and only saw his wife. Intense gestures.
"I have stamps, but I also only have stamps." The old chief of labor and management said this sentence slowly, then turned around and walked out the door slowly. So what do I have? wife? child? Also, the camera? Life will never give all the good things to one person, which is worrying. I have movies, and I will only have movies in the future.
He wanted to take photos of everything. He greedily looked at everything around him. The things that could not be more ordinary in the eyes of others were given a certain meaning in his lens. Everything was shrouded in a faint and simple brilliance, but not dazzling. Intriguing. Everything around him, his wife, colleagues, children, houses, scenery, time passing, and deep, love.
"You shot so well, that's why I walked out." He knelt down, silently beside the little man. “I’ve been working here for 25 years and I’ve never eaten it. When I first came, my salary was 300 yuan, but now it’s slowly rising to 500. I don’t like to eat sweet things. I sit and chat with my wife in my spare time. , Eat some shortbread..."
The simpler and more trivial, the better. Record their lives faithfully and give them to them. This is the best gift.
"Philip, you did a great shot. Can you give it to me? Although my mother is gone, this will allow me to see her from time to time...."
Give it to them, give it to the living People, everyone who can feel pain.
The hard work has become a weapon for others, and the love given to them has become a weapon for harming them. The old labor section chief was forced to resign, and his wife decided to find a peaceful life before. In the eyes of others, what he longed for was nothing but freedom to abandon his wife. "If you continue, then our brick factory will probably not survive. I have studied metallurgy, economics, foreign affairs and other things. I know the truth of life..." So he ruined the future. For the finished film, he eagerly tried to shirk responsibility.
The new 16mm camera with lens looked at her quietly, like the eyes of a monster. Waiting for him to sink into the sink, he unconsciously picked up and looked for the target aimlessly, and finally aimed at himself, freezing...
Outside: not everyone has to pray like him, or even not pray. No, but if you see someone praying so solemnly and sincerely, what will you do?
"Movie Fans" Kielowski 1979
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