Shangri-La, Timbuktu, exotic pronunciations delineate the boundaries of otherness beyond any learned experience. Kathmandu, Ulaanbaatar, the strangeness of language and the vastness of distance build eternal paradises that do not exist in reality but grow in imagination. Those images belonging to the East, overflowing beyond the distant borders of the American map, are already a The end of the world that the imagination of the uneducated American farmer's language can reach.
When Finney poured out his malice to ridicule Taille's potential affair with what he knew was a fictional East, he just wanted to consistently torture and tame his possessions, his female beasts, his captive animals, through verbal and physical violence. wife. In fact, he was unfortunate, but he himself would never have been able to perceive the truth implied in the rhetorical question that acted as a leather whip: his woman was indeed wandering freely in the distant world, and that new heavenly world was more powerful than Westerners imagined. The East that projects femininity is farther away. No man can set foot in this world, and a man like him whose imagination has been stifled will never be able to see the door to this place. It's only for you and me, for the grandmothers who run away with no name before us, and the daughters who still have the courage and hope to build an ark and chase the sun after we're gone, women who exist only in imagination new world.
Before you came, words built my world. The tone and background of the entire film are Abigail's flowing narration. The prose and poetic diary style transforms personal and private oral histories into epics in a restrained but mournful tone. In the short time of less than a year, I can't wait for the cold winter to visit silently in the reincarnation, but you have already left without saying goodbye. Every time I try to make the back that melted into the sunset halo in my memory, I use words to dry it into a specimen, and in the wind The stirring skirt is like a sail on the sea, indicating the tragic course of fate. From winter to autumn, freezing, warming, fiery, and deadly silence, natural landscapes and changes in mood seamlessly realize the expression of different tracks. The images that are reproduced can once again be endowed with the warmth of the living.
As a mediocre peasant woman, Abigail spent the few remaining souls day after day in the endless suffering. Hope is remote, and in the never-satisfied desolate realm, even the minimum survival needs of food and clothing are unsustainable, not to mention spirit, dreams and love, all emotional fluctuations and emotional shocks must give way to living hard labor. Under the numbness and gloom, she hides dazzling treasures - writing is her magic, the only power she can hold for herself in this male world that claims to be ruled by God, the sharp blade in her hand - the talent of literature makes her in this world. The vast blurred group portraits of women have secret privileges, hypnotizing the wave of grief with writing, and trying to save themselves in the abyss with the perception of words. The power of speech builds her own spiritual resting place brick by brick, where everything is lovely, and where she can feel the possibility that the soul has not yet died in the death of the heart.
The quiet and vast world of words is full of incomprehensible hypocrisy. Emotional fragments are distorted once the brain is overdone, and once the reorganization of language is involved, they become irresistibly pretentious. Even imaginings that cannot be constrained by words must be cut to fit and embedded in the border of language. By the time the pen was written, the diary had already brewed into a jar of self-satisfied bitter wine. The so-called authenticity was just a huge lie told to myself. Although the words nominally act as a cut-out shadow of yesterday, a mirror of dialogue and reconciliation with the self, in fact, they are the natural means used by people who are good at rhetoric to conceal and self-consist, rationalize pain and disguise themselves, and form a composition with metal. The mechanism is no different. Abigail's beautiful and precise metaphors give viewers the ultimate audio-visual experience along with the empty space. However, the rhetoric of eloquence and the habit of long metaphors to capture scenes and give shapes to scenes suggest that the conscious training of words has formed the brain. The reflection conditions of the imagination mechanism, the more delicate and appropriate the metaphor, the more distant the intuitive feelings in the centrifugal.
The roaring and roaring Forsaken Land shows the futility of literature everywhere. Even a full meal is an extravagant hope, but how dare you talk about the value of aesthetics. Not only is literature ineffective in the poor mountains and rivers that depend on the sky for food, a wife rich in poetry and books is more like a burden to her husband than adding color: giving a poor family a nightingale with a melodious voice does not make them sustainable. Any improvement in measured happiness, but fat hens that lay eggs give them an unparalleled light.
Beauty has no place in barren land. The appearance of Taille makes the beauty that can only be attached to the literary imagination so far has been revived. She is a wildfire that burns without reckoning, as if her unbound red hair grows and spreads into the sea and flames that devour rational thinking. provocative gesture. It goes too far beautifully, and it shows that it is out of tune with this masculine soil. Innate romance, when confronted with a savage myth, there is no way out and no way out. It will only be turned into a cold and well-behaved corpse under the violence of a head-on attack. Some tragedies are foreshadowed in the prologue, but the dream is real, blinding the eyes of seeing the threat of the flickering, pretending to be in the wild harmony, and can reach the eternal time dimension in an instant.
The typical siloed setup doesn't have much room for new ideas. It is nothing more than two lonely people who have no similarities on the outside but are very compatible in their hearts. They rub the fire of love and redeem each other by chance encounters, and then one actively tries, the other passively shrinks. These love rhythms are all clichés. 's scriptures. But a statement can be repeated, and a limited number of notes can be choreographed into endless movements. For this story, its uniqueness lies in the poetic tone of the established feminist literary narrative. As the timeline of the diary unfolds day by day, so does the relaxation of the narrative. The visual adaptation seems to break the pure literary narrative of the original work and forcefully intervene with visual language. In fact, the completion and structure of the film have found a winding path for the symbiotic language of literature and film. In addition, the sound element as another extension of the performance adds emotional rendition to the aphasia text. The language of sight and hearing together leads people to get lost in the field of text.
The characters in the memory appeared one by one, but the name of the heroine Abigail was announced but it was long overdue. She was forced to reveal it in a shy social occasion that she could not refuse. In a world that seemed to be wandered by her words, her appearance had to be determined by her. Control yourself, rather than handing over the narrative autonomy that your name represents with a salutation or casual introduction. And Taille, whose name is like a mockery of that ruthless God, happens to rhyme with Abigail's lost daughter, Nellie. Destiny took away the fire in her life, and sent a brighter and warmer one. Sometimes coincidences can't help but make people make this association.
The pain of being childless naturally constitutes the first clue to bring the distance between the two hearts closer. In the puritans of the Northeastern United States in the nineteenth century, there was a sacred and strict definition of the wife's position and duties, but the strength of its implementation in the countryside far from the center of civilization all depended on the individual, that is, the cancer in the husband's mind. how deep. In the "unlawful place" outside the radiation radius of urban civilization, God is the most trivial yet most light-hearted existence. If God was truly merciful, he would not have to turn into an unkind world, taking away the hope of survival for the people who cultivated the land, and he would not have to extinguish the fire of life of a tender soul for no reason. The hypocrisy of the agency between God and others lies in calling people to believe in God's salvation in misfortune, and to forgive God's occasional negligence when misfortune comes. In this way, people can only send vain hopes to the afterlife. There may be several cities of shelter there, which can shelter the unfortunate people in the world.
But where is a woman's foothold in the eyes of God? The Old Testament teaches the world to obey your husband as you serve your Lord. How can I believe in a Lord who doesn't have my place in his gospel when God writes doctrine only for the will of men. Religious oppression has sanctified the meaning of women’s duties, weaving women into layers of bound morality and responsibilities, managing a good family for their husbands, and silently enduring their husband’s lust, becoming a beautiful decoration in the hall. As a mother, you should fill every inch of the space that belongs to you with a perpetual reproductive obligation, until any previous imagination and dreams lose their meaning in the continuous rotation of raising children.
Even though he repeatedly reflects on the situation of women from his mother's life, Abigail still cannot break the bondage of patriarchy. The pain of losing her daughter was like a thorn that repeatedly pierced her understanding of her dereliction of duty, and the dull pain kept recurring in the scene of seeing her mother and her child, reminding her of her parenting responsibility. For Taille, childlessness is the most discordant sin in a relationship in her husband's eyes, a sin that falls unilaterally on women. Like a barren land, a hen that can't lay eggs, your useless womb is doomed that you are not a complete woman. The shared grief and powerlessness overwhelmed their hearts. However, this emotion is unspeakable in the days when they are facing each other with their husbands day and night. Only the sense of cessation of emotion can continue to live numbly. The value of women's mutual assistance is linked in the heart-to-heart moments before the fire.
The shadow of a patriarchal marriage hangs over their heads like a haunting nostalgia, and gloom blocks the way forward. Abigail described sex with her husband as "his nocturnal pleasure", implying that the intimacy between the bed does not give her any sexual pleasure, but passively bears the task of venting male sexual desire and passing on the family. The threats Taille received after rejecting her husband's sexual advances were horrific. In the sex that belongs to the two of them alone, one sees the possibility of the resurrection of the dead hope.
The first kiss was a completely unfamiliar experience to both of them. At a time when homosexuality culture was not explicitly rejected as taboo by mainstream social morality, this was not a rebellion knowing the taboo, but following the emotional call to explore the unknown and mysterious extraterritorial land. There is only a broken map in his hand, but he has to find the place to escape according to the map. After trying to talk to each other and retreating, the timid mind finally communicated with each other in a kiss. The feeling of ecstasy flowed through the limbs, transcending the experience of language, overshadowing the stacking of all words. Astonishment and joy, the ecstasy that is repeated three times is like a prayer that injects the power of faith into a brand-new myth, and "Abigail", which is also repeated three times, is the only spell that can light up the remaining warmth of the soul in the boundless despair. Chant your name and my life can go on through imagination.
Regarding the images of the two husbands, one of the most valuable things in the film is that they did not flatten the portrayal of them into a label-meaning "common husband". Outside the field of female narrative, although the weight of the ink varies, they each complete a three-dimensional description. Poverty and grief have created a cast iron mask for Dyer. He is clumsy and inarticulate, burying all the pain equal to his wife in the silence and toughness of male gender construction. As time passed, he learned to empathize with his wife's feelings and finally presented a picture of a somewhat healthier relationship within the constraints of the times. As a negative image, Finney also has a lot of details worth pondering. From his merciless killing of livestock and his hatred of strangers who are suspected of trespassing on the border, it can be seen that he is using the law of violence to tame his possessions. Ironically, the most devout believer in God's will is also the most brutal executioner.
Only in equal and free sex can I feel loved and true, and truly understand what it means to be alive. Faulkner's plot of Emily's poisoning of Homer turns into a cold-blooded, pre-announced murder of toxic masculinity. "The eternal sleep that has overcome the torment of love has made him tame." The wild and untamable she finally surrendered to a dance of poison. Facing the dead lover's corpse, Abigail uses a collection of sex scenes in his diary to suppress the figurative image of death. The memory picture connected by the text instantly captures all the senses of the viewer, as if the deceased lover can be brought back to life. And this kind of vitality that dominates memories can really resist death, and it is impossible to take you away from me until the separation of yin and yang.
America is a nation founded on horseback by intrepid pioneers. Our ancestors sought conquest and adventure in new and unknown worlds, and wherever they went, they converged on the boundaries of territories that are now at the fingertips of the atlas. The fate of a woman is also like a homeless wanderer under the gaze of the heavenly father, who gradually finds himself in the pioneering field. There is no country reserved for women in the world. Women, as slaves of the Heavenly Father, have been wandering from generation to generation and have never given up the pursuit of the promised land. To dream, expect and create a new world with imagination is also completing a set of Myths and languages unique to women.
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