"Art is love made public.When I heard this sentence earlier, I was strangled by an imprudent eagerness, and I gladly wrote it down, as if accepting a creed that deserved justice. When "Mother!" ended, I remembered it again, the kind of generosity was calm. The film’s psychological horror may still be fair, but it has changed from "giving and expressing love openly" to "opening love to gain tens of thousands of times more love." It is stained with a biting and absurd color, like the golden color that the heroine takes again and again when the stabilizer drug is dissolved in water, and it is also like a desperate and vain fire. From the tongue of the fire, the artist who is regarded as a god can still get out, safe and sound. He takes the body of a new mother and the shrunken heart as the sacrifice of his creative inspiration. If it is true that art makes private love a carnival for everyone, the generous gift of this gift makes people shudder. Perhaps with the infinite kindness and harmony. It is not the so-called art that tolerates the externalization, sublimation and derogation of personal love, but greed in disguise, an endless desire to occupy the spiritual high ground for more love. Perhaps the mission of an artist as a public figure is to integrate personal experience with art Expressed in the form, any emotions become public when they are written. They do not belong to his muse, but belong to his publisher, to all unrelated readers from afar, and to all the fanatics who privatize the published text again. The heroine has been repairing the house from beginning to end, eager to build a "paradise" that belongs only to the two on top of her husband's silent painful past. However, she has never had a moment of peace in the paradise she has built. It will always be the other in the spiritual world of the poet's husband, who is no different from the thousands of "believers." The house becomes the extension of her body and mind in the relationship that the heroine is doing her best to maintain, and she perceives it in the body of this symbiosis The beating heart, from fresh and eager to black and wilting, finally became a handful of coke. The film lens always approached her face, making the audience's perspective completely focused on her, and through her perception of the frivolity, questioning, and wanton sprawling derogation of the external world. And offense, it is as if we are the ones who have been tortured by all, and it is our heart that accumulates anxiety and anger and is finally burned and stripped into the next cycle. On the extended level of the concrete plot, this suffocating feeling of being violated is also the source of The film fully provides the possibility of multiple interpretations. The intricate plots and large and small images in the confined space are enough to make it easy for people to substitute in their personal lives. The involuntary problems of gains and losses, the current global events that arouse public anxiety, are also conspicuous enough to converge complex religious metaphors. These references enable some absurd and unreasonable trends in the plot to be referenced in reality or in the past, so that the viewer can take what they need, whether they are conscious or unconscious, and receive what is suitable for themselves.symbol.
However, perhaps because of the desire to express too much, the film often enters a state of loss of control. There is no metaphorical clue that really starts and ends. Although many surreal details are intriguing, they always give people a sense of imposing patchwork. The intertextual explanation also seems to be attached. In addition, before heading to the cinema, I heard from a person who claimed to have seen it. The plot said it was a dark magical movie about how the male protagonist treats his wife and gives birth to a child and kills him to continue his life with his heart. After hearing it, I watched it with suspicion. When the scene ended, thinking of this bizarre and concise enthusiastic spoiler, I only laughed.
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