The picture is so beautiful, one hundred and fifty minutes is equivalent to a tour of the scenery collected in the London Art Gallery. Photographers and directors must be thoroughly familiar with many famous paintings before they can use the lens to make such a copy. Every detail is so meticulous, as if the music is played to the most comfortable movement, a string of notes naturally appears there, and inexplicably. The gluttonous food and feasts that people commonly use are not exact. They are not so piled up or deliberately. They are just a leisurely trip that happens naturally, but that is England. Walking and stopping, it has become a picture. The camera uses the door frame instead of the picture frame many times, inlaid with the daily life of that era: how the landlady leaned in front of the door and made a homely stay with the neighbors who came and went; how the painter and his partner painted and sewed under the window, and lived in peace with each other; How a cat leaps silently across the carpet; how dust dances in a ray of morning light in a deserted studio... I don't know how others feel about these sights, but they always fascinate me, When I can get a good feel for it. Recently, I have fallen in love with the British bone china cups. Through the crystallization of mud and fire, I want to collect and enjoy the art, craftsmanship, manners, and lifestyles of that era. This movie is a kind of enjoyment for me, and I can't express how happy I am to hear them go round and round in Proust's language.
Mr. Turner is also beautiful, although he is a monster. Except for those people who are familiar with it, basically when people are mature to a certain level, they will not care too much about their beauty and ugliness in the eyes of irrelevant people. After receiving Turner's abrupt compliment and laughing, the landlady said calmly: "The random compliments of others are meaningless at all. The important thing is that you must recognize your own value." Na will later fall in love with her. confidence? Calm down? It seems that they have not explained enough, recognize their worth, understand why we came, and what can we do before we leave? Only when you find the right focus can you stand in a natural posture, and a person's posture and the expression of his unique soul are his beauty and ugliness. You must know that beauty is not about admiring yourself in the mirror, let alone getting cheap cheers. Beauty is reflected in the eyes of people who truly understand and appreciate you, your true and comfortable appearance. Therefore, superficial praise can only bring vanity for a while, and the resonance that directly pierces people's hearts will be remembered for life and grateful.
The landlady is not as long-winded as I am. She is clear-headed and concise in her actions. She has been a widow three times in her life, but she can still think of the men who had approached and finally left, and smiled with relief when she threw off her arms and labored. Her sadness and intoxication are enough, and no one or one emotion can make her deviate from her own track. Economic and personal independence makes her dare to love and give, know how to care passionately, and know how to move forward and backward, like a cup of British black tea, warm and reserved. The Minghui hidden behind her sophistication was finally discovered by Mr. Turner, "as beautiful as Aphrodite..." He traveled all over the mountains and rivers all his life, painting diligently, looking for such a real and elegant soul. Love is never late, it just happens when you're really ready.
Because they understand, they are compassionate. A sentence that is too familiar, this beautiful movie repeats it to us again.
Mr. Turner not only looks like a monster, but also cold-hearted and withdrawn... Is that really true? Turner admired the well-known physicist and the unfamiliar violinist, although they described the world in different ways, "like two colors, which are independent and connected to each other", the moment of communication, without too many words, just Can see each other's profound, elegant. Of course he also loves the landlady, because that woman understands that what a man needs in the end is neither the shackles of blood and marriage, nor the dedication and admiration of the heart, but what makes them willing and willing to devote themselves to it is actually a kind of relaxed and happy company. : You have your hobbies, I have my games, and we can have fun together. Just like the timeless scene in the movie: in front of the large sunny window, Turner is smugly facing his easel, while the landlady threading needles and embroidering freely. When one measure was completed, the painter hummed his limericks, rubbed behind her like a child, and kneaded her breasts... But when his eyes fell on a small unsatisfactory spot on the canvas, his attention He was taken away immediately, picked up the paintbrush, and left her aside, like an unsettled monkey, and ran back to the forest that belonged to him... The landlady was not lost, she knew that he never belonged to her, everyone owned Oneself is enough, the rest is just like, companion.
Mr. Turner did not love his estranged wife and children. Because in that family, no one understands and cares about his paintings, only through kinship and constant requests. His definition of intimacy comes only from the distance of the soul. Mrs. Turner belittled and even cursed his paintings, with the aim of quenching his enthusiasm and transforming him into her own, easy-to-control husband character. But the more restrained it is, the more men who are naturally free are eager to break free. The diametrically opposed relationship hurts each other and innocent children. A particularly high-profile scene in the movie is the part where Mrs. Turner announces Mr. Turner's funeral, complaining about his absence from her daughter's funeral. Also in a cold and dark door frame, Mr. Turner's huge back cut away the maid who peeped at his face and the angry ex-wife on the other side. When Mr. Turner said indifferently: "I feel sorry for your loss. I deeply regret what happened to you", the audience's attention is easily drawn by the chattering Mrs. Turner, but if you pay attention, It is not difficult to find that Turner's hands cut backwards in the corner of the screen are the hidden theme of this scene. From the irritability, restlessness and shaking of the fingers at the beginning, until the ex-wife asked "How can you have no feeling? How can you be indifferent?" Mr. Turner's ten fingers were suddenly twisted together tightly, the knife was twisted in the hand, the knife was twisted mind. Maybe it's not that he doesn't despise his daughter, it's just that this perpetually hysterical woman in front of him makes him unable to communicate and permanently loses his will and ability to express. He just wanted to escape.
Perhaps it was his talent that made him different. Mr. Turner often couldn't find a suitable way to communicate with "mortals". At this time, he would often make a strange, dull, grunting sound from his chest. A bit like my dog, who doesn't understand human beings, is a little contemptuous, a little disappointed, a little giving up, and a little sulking about himself.
Turner was also extremely indifferent to the maid who lived in him. Even after a long absence, she just roughly pinched her breasts and private parts. She was just a familiar organ to him. Turner despised her mouse-like wretchedness and darkness from the bottom of her heart. Compared with the cheerful and bright landlady, she had not encountered more difficulties, but she had never even raised her self-esteem expectations. Turner's morals were imperfect, but his life was full of courage, and he longed to be side by side with others, not to show mercy just because they begged and kidnapped. Nonetheless, at the end of the film, the director let Mr. Turner gently call out the maid's name in the hallucination of dying. It is not that he did not miss her loyalty, but for a person who does not understand his own soul, He wasn't sure whether her allegiance was a relationship or a livelihood. It's a bit like Xiren treating Baoyu, it's not bad, and it's not that she doesn't kiss her, it's just that her feelings can't reach that high.
Compared with the mouse, Mr. Turner is also ruthless to those "flies" that surround him, those who rely on money and power, trying to pretend to be close to or bribe him. From the hole in the wall he scorned those who stood stunned in front of his paintings, and mocked the coy, arty aristocratic families. Therefore, he is also accustomed to hiding his identity and name to avoid people who don't care about painting just because of his fame. He respects the painting he is engaged in, so he refuses to use this as a topic to entertain and please all kinds of relationships. He rejected the high-priced collections of the upstarts, because it was not in line with him donating his works to museums, so that people who really love art all over the world can fully appreciate his creative ambitions. He is willing to be collected, but he is not willing to be invested, sold and hyped. Losing the basis of understanding, the bid of 100,000 pounds is just "a casual compliment from others, which is meaningless at all."
On the contrary, Turner has hidden sympathy for another painter, Hayden, who was down and out and slandered by everyone. , even though the guy kept borrowing money from him and belittling his work. He didn't care, he didn't care about the jealousy caused by these competitions, he sympathized with him, only because he knew Hayden's bottomless despair and fiery passion. When Hayden told him how his children died of poverty and illness, because he couldn't afford a cemetery, he had to keep digging deep small graves so that the children's coffins could be stuffed one by one... The compassion in Turner's eyes As deeply as he heard the dying black slaves being thrown into the sea alive by the slave ship, Turner's sympathy, like sunshine, shone to all mankind, but it didn't shine on the square inch around him.
After the conversation changed, Hayden suddenly said: "...Dead child, do you think this is a perfect subject for painting?" This group of painting lunatics! Echoing it, at the end of the movie, Turner, who had already heard the call of death, jumped up from the sickbed as soon as he heard that a woman had drowned, and he was going to paint the corpse, the pale face in the water, in his opinion, It is as beautiful as a water lily. Turner and Hayden are basically the same kind of people, who came with a mission from God (but Hayden lost the secret letter halfway through), recording the world with brushes, all beings, life and death, joys and sorrows, all are just the materials for their paintings. However, their creations seem to have opened up another pair of eyes for us to look at the world. The ocean is extremely magnificent, and the mountains and rivers are so passionate. When they are loaded into the canvas stroke by stroke, we suddenly find that through the eyes of the painter, all this can be done. Has an extra layer of emotion.
So the doctor in the movie would say, "Mr. Turner, without the steam train you drew, I wouldn't have traveled." I really liked this line of dialogue, and it gently explained to us how art can be The people who are due to it are transformed into the source of life. Because of a painting and a piece of music, I travel across the oceans and seas; because of a book and a poem, I fall in love hopelessly...Beauty and kindness are innately one, and the understanding of beauty often makes people naturally choose to be kind Approaching is like running water chasing the sea, flowers looking up to the sun, we accept this guidance willingly, because it makes our life more than just survival. Art makes our visit more beautiful.
With the last words of Mr. Turner, the enlightenment master of Light and Shadow Impressionism, "The sun is God!", the long movie finally ended... It was already a dark blue dusk outside my window, and the fine sand-like snow continued silently. On the thick snow, after the rabbit traversed, the agile footprints... I think of Mr. Turner's love and his unique beauty, which is probably the so-called "fireworks of different colors", even if no one passes by , No one knows, "In the lonely desert, in the snow and ice, the same blooms naked."
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