if you wanted to play children's games before you died - I'm sure you've played
games in which you ran along a narrow wall of flowers and
you saw the wall as a ridge
ridge with flanks immersed in snow.
Unfathomable in the sky . . . . . .
Poems of 1971. Her brother mourned her death.
On July 27, 1971, lover Marvin Isshire opened the door of Diane Arbus's room and found her lying in the bathtub with a knife severing her carpal artery. The blood stained her body and the pool water, overflowing the room. Conservatively suffering from depression, hepatitis and STDs, Diane ended her life with her usual heresy-ridden behavior. As she said, "You will never understand other people's pain." A simple sentence kept us out of his life. Her saga is not explained by a movie. "Fur" might make a good movie, but Diane's life and his work are simply impossible to replicate. The clever Brickrick used the intention of Diane's most famous photo, The Twins, in his film, perhaps the best interpretation and tribute to Arbus' work.
"Fur" is not strictly a biopic. He's just a guess at what made Arbus break out of the '50s rules that bound women, and begin to realize her potential as an artist. It didn't write as much about Diane's subsequent thrilling and painful end as one might expect. It just gives us a window of imagination to see what makes her work so extraordinary. The most famous and controversial female photographer of our time. Diane, like all middle-class housewives of the day, lived a life of obedience, forbearance, and her inner voice told herself that it wasn't the life he wanted, but what he wanted, and I'm afraid she herself said no clear. Until one day, an enigmatic eccentric becomes her mentor, leading her into a whole new world of marginalized people. She is excited about this new world, the idiots, midgets, conjoined twins, who stimulate Diane's nerves, freeing her from traditional conventions, all the way to her potential as an artist. The film's ending is even hopeful, ending in Diane's reconciliation with the haughty nudist. The subsequent process depends on the speculation of the audience.
The film just shows the director's speculation about Dai Anxin's journey. Her evaluation at the beginning of the film is that Arbus, who lived from 1923 to 1971, is considered by many to be one of the great artists of the twentieth century. Certainly, her pictures changed the face of American photography forever. . . .
This legendary woman has so many popular elements: a beautiful face, a magician-like career, a nightmare-like work, a dazzling sex life, a lifelong depression, and the end of suicide by cutting her wrists—— Any one is enough to become a fashionable label that is unique nowadays.
This is the evaluation in "Absurdly True". It seems to let us understand the intentions of Hollywood. But none of these would be the real Diane Arbus. You will never understand the pain of others. There may be many people around you. But they're usually not there when you need them the most. Or at that time, you didn't need anyone either.
When I saw many of her works, my real intuitive feeling was that I wanted to vomit. Reminiscent of her work at the Museum of Modern Art in New York, at the time, staff had to remove the saliva people spit on it every day. But what can't be erased is the shock at the moment of seeing the photo, even if it's just a glance. As a photographer, Arbus brings us the always disgusting truth that her work is an image from hell, shattering people's dreams of heaven. And Hollywood, the dream factory to shoot her films, fur, all we can touch is fur.
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