I often want to be a person who can't speak, and use gestures to replace all language. In the silent space, I can only feel the slow flow of time, my fingers are dancing in the air like butterflies, those dumb words become full of thoughts, and they seem to be able to speak in place of language, between me and the person I talk to. . If all the feelings can be revealed from the fingertips, the thoughts collide in the air like sparks, and the stars shine like stars, it should be a very beautiful thing, and it is much more real than speaking from the mouth.
Among all kinds of disabilities, the most cruel thing is not being able to see things. The eyes that look like ordinary people are empty and have no content, even the brightest light cannot penetrate. I once tried to walk on a blind road by the side of the road with my eyes closed. It is the kind of road where the vertical means straight line and the origin means the corner or the end of the road. I can't control the balance of my body. The unevenness under my feet makes me close to I staggered, even though the height of the blind road was negligible; I tried closing my eyes on a straight, empty road, but I couldn't take the first step; I also tried taking someone's hand and closed my eyes Walking, but hesitant to move forward, this has nothing to do with trust, but a kind of fear of the dark that comes from fear, my limbs seem to be floating in the air, and they are no longer related to each other. I waved my hands in panic, knowing that There was nothing in front of him but he was always struggling to grab something.
So I understood the feeling in the heart of the blind boy Muhammad in "the color of paradise" when he tried to touch every pair of hands that reached out to him, the trust passed from the teacher's hand, the hold from the grandmother's hand The love that lives on, the affection that is held in the hands of his sister, and in the face of his late father, Mohammed tried to find his hand, and the line of defense built by expectations, doubts, anxiety, and guesswork in the bottom of his heart finally reached his father. At the moment when his hand completely collapsed, in the short exploration-contact process, he "experienced a lifetime of torment". Hands from different people have different temperatures and textures for him, and convey different messages at different times. For an invisible person, the touch of the hand becomes the touch of every person he meets." face" (mark).
It's just that my hands, when I closed my eyes and groped, gestured blindly in the air, without any spirituality at all, because they are used to being guided by the eyes and being the slaves of the eyes.
When I close my eyes in the sun, I can feel the temperature of the orange-yellow sun, and draw an arc with my hand in front of my eyes, feeling like a black butterfly flapping its wings. Blind people cannot have a sense of light, and the world is endless darkness in their eyes. I believe what the teacher said in the film, God loves the blind, because "perception" is more real than "vision"; after closing their windows, they must find another way. Therefore, blind people have the most sensitive touch and the most transparent mind. Language can be deceived, but the feeling of hands is absolutely real. They are really touching the world with their fingertips, inch by inch. Similarly, sound becomes another tool for recognizing the world. "Hand", everything that can be seen has its own breathing, but ordinary people only know how to see, but ignore listening.
"Colors of Heaven" opens with minutes of darkness, filled with all the different sounds that children in a school for blind children use to identify things that belong to them. Here are some strange eyes, ugly and even scary shapes due to the degradation of their functions. When they're "gazing" at something with their sensuous eyes open, maybe they're having a conversation with God. In stark contrast, their hands, which are unimaginably dexterous when writing Braille, are no less than the fingers of a pianist flying in a black and white world.
It was the day when the children of the school for the blind went home, and Muhammad was waiting for his father to arrive. Then the father had other plans. The untimely death of his wife and the pressure of the family led him to find another partner for himself, and the blind Mohammed became the only obstacle in the upcoming marriage. Mohammad, full of hope, was waiting for his father at the school, but he didn't know that his father, a few steps away, was looking at him gloomily. The father did not want to take Muhammad home, but he could not destroy the image of the "hard-working and good father" in the teacher's mouth.
On the way, Muhammad greedily used his fingers and ears to perceive all the joy of returning home. I ran my fingers across the wind outside the window, across the stones at the bottom of the creek, across the flowers blooming on the roadside, listening to the birds' calls and the flow of water.
Muhammad's return home was warmly welcomed by his grandmother and sisters, and his Braille reading was praised by teachers and children. On the other hand, the father was also nervously planning his own wedding, and finally sent Mohammed to the carpenter far away from home despite the obstruction of his grandmother.
The grandmother fell ill and died on the way to find Muhammad, and the father's marriage ended because of this series of "ominous omens". The bridge was caught in the water. The unknown conspiracy lingering in the father's heart was finally realized with the help of natural disasters. Watching his son's hand struggling to be submerged in the turbulent water, the father jumped into the water to search, and finally found the unconscious Muhammad on the beach. In his father's tears, a beam of light from heaven hit Muhammad's hands straight, and the hands that felt God, touched the world, and worked hard to find love recovered a little bit of trembling.
The splendid colors and the use of various sounds are the more prominent parts of the film. The world is an eternal darkness for Muhammad, but the lush and picturesque fields, bright clothes and blooming flowers reflect his splendid inner world, which is the color of heaven in Muhammad's heart and the color of love; The use of this kind of sound is throughout the film. If you just capture the sound without looking at the picture, it will be an interesting "natural world".
Only at the end of the film, the director may be trying to use his father's awakening to comfort Mohammad's hurt heart, but it is difficult for me to think that my father's final search is a return of conscience. I always believe that it is just an instinctive responsibility. Subjective dark wishes happen to be realized with the help of external objects, so the unhelpful result is always reassuring to be labelled with guilt. However, God finally responded to Muhammad, and if there is any light that can penetrate the darkness of the blind, it can only be the golden light from heaven.
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