Sperm, Saliva, Blood. The movie tells the story of three generations, and the first three words are the theme of the three generations.
A lowly soldier's desire for sex, no, maybe it's desire itself, makes him expose penis on screen time and time again, masturbation that is ridiculously pathetic again and again, punished by officers and even cocks for voyeurism, and finally ends up with a head. Slaughtered sow shot to death by officer after having sex. Black humor makes sperm a star in the sky. The director sympathized and laughed at this man who could not chase his desires with cruel and even cruel poetry. Life is short, so let's learn how to bark. Is this the happiest moment of his life? This is at least the first time he has spoken out about his desires. Of course, the last time, because what he saw when he woke up was the dark muzzle. His sadness is that his desires are completely obliterated by his identity. He had no other pursuits, but was lustful and peeping when the officer was reciting his various theories about vagina. This is the most primitive need and the most primitive repression.
his son? no one knows. But he was born with a natural pig's tail, implying that fate is inextricably linked with the cause of death and even the fate of the low-ranking soldier. He was more brilliant than the corporal because he was an athlete of the Hungarian People's Republic, fighting for the honor of his country (not his own) in the games of the socialist camp. His project was also humiliated by the director: he was a gigantic food athlete tasked with eating disgusting food and then throwing up. It is indeed a distortion and even demonization of appetite. For the honor of the motherland, he eats and then vomits. until he fell in love. His lover has the same profession as him, even more brilliant achievements than him. He got her love, then lost it briefly at the wedding, and finally got it again. For an inexplicable eating performance, his lover left a child, ruining his life and the future of the two. The son's pursuit is no longer a desire, but a love close to the altar. However, instead of bringing him honor, his beloved career played the role of an "officer" and became a repression of love. This is another irony, the former belief has become the repression of the new belief, and yet I am willing to be enslaved by the repression.
Athletes in this country no longer crave the rain of love. He is old but still huge, unable to stand and excrete, and can only live in front of a few cats and a TV that broadcasts the game. His son took care of everything, listening to the world champion's decadent questioning. The sequelae of love's exhaustion? He repeats his wife's name every time he insults today's race eaters. But his son won't. A living sculptor, his emaciated and frail body can't imagine a blood relationship with his parents. But his fate is like that of his grandfather and father. He couldn't get respect, the cashier at the front desk, or his father. His father was ashamed of him. Because he didn't have a brilliant life, and neither did his son. His father was a world champion, at least self-proclaimed. But the fate of the world champion is to be killed by his favorite cat. His cat ripped open his fat belly, and his intestines were all over the place. His son realized his father's wishes. There is no love behind loneliness. That is immortality. He turned his own father into a statue, a "beautiful" statue in his words. Maybe immortality can end here. But immortality, the grand and ultimate word that sits on the altar, requires a more extreme ending. The emaciated son cut off his head and right arm and made a statue of himself. Blood, this is the price of immortality.
Remember the story of Goethe interspersed in Kundera's Immortal. The immortality there is historical data, text, and inheritance. Kundera is a man of letters, so his immortality is more elegant. Immortality in movies is inherently unbearable. But the essence is not wrong. The three parts explain the word "pursuit" very well. This is the mission of the three generations, from the most primitive needs to the most sacred satisfaction. However, I don't think that's what the director wants to show. Three generations will only be ordinary and funny ants, if not for these two shocking statues. Therefore, the lives of three generations are only meaningful because of these two statues, otherwise it is absurd and even ridiculous. Because of these two statues, their absurdity has become like a milestone. There was a sentence at the very beginning of the film, which was the gist in my eyes: As something comes to the end, then it becomes important.
The Cannes review was precise. You'll be blown away by this movie if you can bear it. Recommended with caution, but still leaning toward recommendation.
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