War - Shame.

Cordelia 2022-12-28 03:37:04

Reflections on War. The war is like an indisputable thread, which closely connects the characters' bizarre behaviors, characters, and inexplicable plots.

War, cheating, cowardice, murder by design, quarrelling hysterically, crying bitterly, and lingering on the post-war ruins. Brutally killing innocent boys, but not covering up the tenderness in human nature when using the oars to poke away the corpse...

In the last shot, I thought that love hoped that everything was over, but the wife whispered about the dream in her husband's ear... At that moment, the sun shone into the boundless river, and they were snuggling up on a boat that drifted to nowhere, quietly Waiting for fate to come.

War makes people abandon their conscience and self-esteem, and living becomes the only justice, and strength can only be achieved by indifference.

After reading it for a while, I don't know whether such indifference is the only way to regain confidence in a powerless situation.

ps: Haha, watching Bergman's movies, no matter how boring the beginning is, he has the ability to slowly open your eyes and push aside the limitations of understanding layer by layer.

The greatest joy is watching him peel his characters like an onion and his subjects...

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Shame quotes

  • Eva Rosenberg: Sometimes everything seems just like a dream. It's not my dream, it's somebody else's. But I have to participate in it. How do you think someone who dreams about us would feel when he wakes up. Feeling ashamed?

  • Eva Rosenberg: I had a dream. I was walking down a very beautiful street... and on one side there were white houses, with high arches and pillars. On the other side, there was a shady park. Under the trees which were growing near the street. there was a stream of dark green water. And then I came to a high wall, and it was overgrown with roses. And then came an airplane and set the roses on fire. But it wasn't too awful since it was so beautiful. I watched the reflections in the water, and saw how the roses burned. And I had a little child in my arms. It was our daughter. She clung to me... and I felt her lips touching my cheek. And the whole time I knew that I should remember something... something someone had said... but I had forgotten what it was.