When you see a film mix cut, the attributes of an art film are unmistakably revealed. I forgot what I saw from a master author, saying that the so-called art belongs to the bourgeoisie. Because of the existence of slavery, slaves do everything, so the bourgeoisie can only sit by the river and think about life. Only when you don't worry about food and clothing, worry about food and clothing, and have nothing to do, will you start to think deeply about life, death, and pursue research on those metaphysical things.
The tone of the film is grim, industrial, without warmth, without humanity, full of pain and absurdity. The characters have few lines, and the seemingly plain and ordinary sentences are very absurd or inexplicable, but they express repressed grief, suffocation and despair.
When a couple floated over a ruined city, I was sure it was describing the post-war shadow that hung over Germany after World War II. The war destroyed families. Young people lost their legs when they stepped on landmines, and made a living by singing and performing in subway stations. Parents lost their children who went to the front line to fight. In the desolate forest, there was an abandoned cemetery surrounded by iron fences. Bringing a bunch of flowers to visit their son, their dull dullness shows how pathetic they are, the only color life, a bunch of flowers are dazzling and out of place. I can't help but imagine the day-to-day life of the couple who lost everything after the war. I think people can only take the initiative to live numbly, or they can only use death to relieve the endless pain.
About endless, I think it is about endless suffering, criticizing the inhumanity of war. What do people do when they lose their faith? Men as priests, as messengers of God on earth, lost faith after wars, after cities were destroyed, after losing their sons. He started having nightmares of being nailed to the cross with his hands and carrying the cross on his back. In "Norwegian Forest", Haruki Murakami wrote that "it turned out that he also carried his own cross forward". For a man, the cross is the pain of his loss of faith. Everyone is carrying their own cross and walking hard. I don't have faith, and I can't feel the pain of losing faith, but I can understand that it's like my world is collapsing, everything I believe in no longer exists, I've been abandoned, I've been betrayed, I can't find a reason to continue living, everything It's all just a ridiculous joke. I wonder how on earth can I get out of such deep and endless pain, maybe only death?
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