Documentary, in my impression, it seems to be in a proud position opposite to the daily habit of watching movies, there is no need for the plot of nine turns and eighteen turns, and the current money-burning special effects that despise the rapid development of science and technology. Its existence confirms the inviolable majesty and dignity of history and nature, and at the same time becomes the eyes of God to record the blossoming and falling of the world. That is the opposite path of the screenwriters of Xuewen, just like a drama film can only take a scoop from the long history, or sing, or despise, ridicule or praise, but it can never become a real history.
Many years ago, I watched a "Xuan Huang of Heaven and Earth", the young mind was shocked by the huge world, as if the director who had just returned from outer space slowly presented the other side of the earth to his eyes, just as Jing Ke stabbed Qin Qian slowly. The scroll you opened, you won't know until the last moment whether it is the pride in Jiangshan's hand or the destruction of the world's overturning. At that time, I racked my brains countless times to describe the beauty of it to others, until I found that all the beauty, once outlined in words, would bring troubles like a shred of moist rain leaking from the roof, so I reluctantly chose to keep silent. The director also discovered this secret, so whether it was "Tian Di Xuan Huang" or "Reincarnation", he never added a line of dialogue. The world is too noisy, so let go of this last pure land.
In samsara, Buddhism says that the six realms of reincarnation are like a wheel turning, starting and ending again and again, endlessly, and the human world is also among these six realms. It can be seen that whether it is the human world or the immortal world, there is no difference between the hell and the ghost world. The so-called equality is nothing but speculation and the pride of being one of the best in the world. How can you let it go without prosperity? How to feel the changes of the sun and the moon without the vicissitudes of life? Without moving the eyes, moving the ears, moving the nose, moving the tongue, moving the body and moving the mind, how can you easily fall into meditation? Born to be a human being and not willing to be human, how can we talk about saving sentient beings? In the film, the painting of reincarnation, which was carefully blown by colored sand, was swept away into a pile of meaningless sand and gravel by the lamas in less than a minute. Can it be understood that in fact, reincarnation itself is just something out of nothing and something out of nothing? That's it. So the director has gone from ruined to prosperous and from pleasure to suffering from ancient times to the present, and he can only sit in the yellow sand and watch the sunset. It seems to be a huge secret, and all the way through the thorns to kill the dragon and the witch to find the secret key, but find that there is nothing in it.
The film starts with the children's dance. The young faces are painted with various colors and dance with the dance of their own family, as if they are singing the vigor of life and the vitality of youth. Like the anger of the earth roaring in front of his eyes, whether this is a celebration of rebirth or a sad song of destruction is no longer a matter of Zhongbo. Only time is gentle and serene like water, and all the magnificence is slowly frozen. Whether it is the corpse of a child, the corpse of an old man, or the corpse of the pharaoh, we cannot guess all the secrets of their lives, but it is certain that they have never had a moment of peace and happiness in their lives.
The cycle begins.
The most beautiful place is the holy place of religion, like the misty cloud and mist, and it attracts people's souls with its brilliance and holiness when the sun rises and the moon rises. Their long silence is deafening in the splendid flow of the long river of time. Even if the bird destroys the peace for a while, there is no time and opportunity to see the smile of the gods and Buddhas. All the active beings in the world go too fast, and they cannot feel the lost soul of their souls; Only the houses and buildings that have been abandoned in the desert for a long time and the stone sculptures are silent substitutes for life to appreciate themselves. They swallow up the traces and past of civilization in the long yellow sand. Disappearance is the beginning, and once it starts, it can’t stop walking towards disappearance.
Sand and stone have seen it, but they don't want to say it, dare not say it, can't say it, don't need to say it, don't say it.
The baptism of life and the incorrupt corpse are laid out in the beautiful church, and the sun slowly walks past them and gives a perfect and cruel fragrance. We continue to follow the footsteps of our ancestors, and we are in the midst of life, and we are more than distressed. Only everything that has died can witness the eternal law. The sun rises and sets the stars fly. The so-called eternal, but so. The forgotten are all lingering on, chasing, running, searching, searching, and looking, only the "death" who chooses to watch with an eternal attitude smiles without saying a word, and the years are quiet.
To live is to die? Death is life? Destruction is eternity?
Humans finally broke into our perspective. Compared with the grand occasion of all the beauty before, what an abrupt existence they have become! The director made the people of the primitive tribe stare at the camera for a long time, their eyeballs were cloudy and their faces were painted with graphic organs. Seems to be the weird naked one. The director made the camera suffocate when he described the urban style in the back, and I also saw the stares of strangers of different nationalities, different countries and different genders, but I no longer had this sense of shame and isolation. Their world is too pure, too simple, like a family's love without a trace of impurities, no wonder these tribes have been perished in the long river of history, and human beings can't accept their eyes.
The soundtrack in the city is arguably the most sanctimonious and ironic in the film because it is a mechanical sound. Neat, rigid, funny, noisy, people are so close to each other, or convenient transportation and communication make their bodies almost close together, but their hearts are not close to a centimeter, maybe some people can't remember in their lifetime , Whether at any moment, the person sitting next to him once experienced a battle of heaven and man in his heart and cried silently. I have a lot of memory space for the crazy man who smeared his face and body with mud and ink in the office, the most primal impulse, the instinctive reaction and vent beneath our well-dressed exterior.
In this huge world, who can come and save themselves and Purdue?
The development of civilization is too fast, just like the people who are in the 100-meter race are easily unable to stop once they are shot out. The bizarre "shows" appear in front of our eyes, urban, human, large, small, group, individual. It shrouds our lives like nets of different sizes. The movement and the stillness are perfectly displayed under the director's lens. The quiet theater and the flowing crowd, the strictness of Arab women and the reduction of fashionable clothes are all pushing culture and civilization to the cusp of the storm. Whether to destroy or appreciate it depends on how solid the foundation of the Three Views is.
Suddenly, everything became orderly and square. The workers in the same uniform mechanically repeated the work they were doing, turning every piece of junk into everyday utensils, regardless of their life or death. See how these machines that once felt the warmth of their hands turn into rubble again. Maybe the petty bourgeoisie can arrange a small fresh story for these machines. The tossing and turning worker is still the same worker, and the metal is still the same piece of metal, but they can't recognize each other. What is the difference between the chickens and cows waiting to be slaughtered and us, they become us after being slaughtered, and we may not be as good as them after being slaughtered. We do the same things involuntarily, they fall into the abyss of reincarnation involuntarily, laughing at us struggling.
The appearance of sex is subtle in the film. The women who are open are like inflatable dolls without souls, while the prisoners who have been imprisoned for freedom are releasing hormones in the prison. The most primitive motivation of life is like a joke. The progress of civilization cannot be exchanged for human reflection. The power of the country has made the tower of Babel more difficult. Behind the distorted face of the general is the grave of countless ordinary people. No one noticed whether he was crying or not. His ears were selectively deaf and filled with flowers and flowers. Applause, the eyes filter out the wounds worn by the pole and become clear and clean.
When the pilgrims formed an ocean and washed away all distractions based on pure white awe, this journey finally came to an end. Let us go back to the place where we first met again, blowing the familiar sound of the horn to cut through the tranquility of the sky, and let all doubts be kept away by the colorful neon lights. Just finished. Everything is so perfect, everything has just begun, and it is only to be destroyed, and the memories are not even scum.
The Thousand-handed Thousand-Eyed Buddha also closed all his eyes, trying to live in the long yellow sand, but he couldn't.
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