About the Horse of Turin

Javon 2022-03-29 08:01:02

Film is different from philosophy. There are too many blank spaces in the structure of film, and some people use images to fill it, but Beratar tells us that there is no need to worry about it. When the whole frame is put up, the blank space is legitimate.
Bellatar never discussed anything, he stood on the edge of the world, a place where there was no room for retreat. It can be said that he has no expectations for the world, so a simple plot, simple events, simple set, a person who is too lazy to speak more for the world, the film is like this.
I don't see any enthusiasm in him. By comparison, directors who are committed to exquisite color and exquisite story, whether it is Hollywood or art film, whether it is singing and dancing or moral anxiety, can't be shaken. Lose your nostalgia, loyalty, and addiction to this world.
Beratar's film just wants to express a conclusion. A man from London, we can still see that the man has fallen but still has some strength left to struggle, and now Beratar seems to be no longer struggling, but has got the answer. The answer is the last darkness on the horse of Turin.
He must have given up hope, because in this world, there is no difference between hope and despair, but with a little more effort. In the end, the only thing left is a kind of bare willpower, a kind of spirit left behind by the hero, to endure in the dark and not to gloss over fantasy.
Such a calm film, it is hard to believe that it was made last year. The world has fallen so fast, but Bellatar at least proves that there are still hopeless sobers.

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The Turin Horse quotes

  • Bernhard: Theirs is the moment... nature, infinite silence.

  • Narrator: In Turin on the 3rd of January 1889, Friedrich Nietzsche steps out of the doorway of number six, Via Carlo Albert, perhaps to take a stroll, perhaps to go by the post office to collect his mail. Not far from him, the driver of a hansome cab is having trouble with a stubborn horse. Despite all his urging, the horse refuses to move, whereupon the driver - Giuseppe? Carlo? Ettore? - loses his patience and takes his whip to it. Nietzsche comes up to the throng and puts an end to the brutal scene caused by the driver, by this time foaming at the mouth with rage. For the solidly built and full-moustached gentleman suddenly jumps up to the cab and throws his arms around the horse's neck, sobbing. His landlord takes him home, he lies motionless and silent for two days on a divan until he mutters the obligatory last words "Mutter, ich bin dumm!" and lives for another ten years, silent and demented, under the care of his mother and sisters. We do not know what happened to the horse.