I only watched the movie once, and after two hours, I tried very hard to remember the name of the movie. However, I don't want to just forget it like this, and the post-viewing feeling of writing is not in the flow to deepen my memory. I can't remember the names of the characters, and I don't have time to brush them again, so let's talk about my feelings.
The aunt/aunt of the male protagonist is a work of art in itself. Delicate facial features, beautiful body, keen perception, genius skills, all of which happen to be possessed by her. However, she was born in the wrong era. In a peaceful age, she would have become an artist with outstanding achievements. Unfortunately, in a war age, art that "would not need to be mindful" is not needed, but "art" that meets political needs. Under the tide, individual resistance is natural Just looking for a "dead end". Her death was so deserved.
The scene where she was pushed to the gas chamber and killed, her naked body was so dazzling, who could have the heart to destroy such a treasure? How much off-screen I wish there could be a turnaround, such as the end of the war and the emergence of a hero, however, nothing happened, and she died so easily, like a chick whose neck was gently twisted. The woman who pushed her to the house of death was so calm, without showing a trace of distress and reluctance to break the treasure, can I blame her for being ruthless, I think, but I can't, softness and affection will only be for her bring about murder. Who should I blame, who should I blame, who can I blame, human beings, who should I blame?
Reality will not die because of her death. Reality is there, just like air. After tens of millions of years and generations, the composition of air may have undergone subtle changes, but air is still air.
The male protagonist grew up with the genes of genius, like a magic brush Ma Liang, his brush can show everything he thinks of. Graduating with a halo, it is logical to become a royal painter of political propaganda posters. He has that era, that country, everything that his peers envy, but only he knows that this is not what he wants. Because he is not a machine for printing posters, what he longs for is "truth", the truth that can be felt in the heart and the truth that everyone can see.
When studying in the art academy, the professor used "self" to describe his aloofness and pride, so he chose to compromise and lost his self. When he came to the Dusseldorf Academy, under the guidance of Beuys, he crossed the obstacles in his heart and finally found the true "self". When he showed it, everyone was shocked by it. Because the aunt/aunt said, "The real is beautiful, don't avoid it, look at it directly".
When the reporter asked who the character in the painting was and whether he had anything to do with him, his answer was "it has nothing to do with it, it's just an ordinary photo", which impressed me deeply. Because postmodernist art does not seem to advocate giving meaning to works, allowing viewers to interpret and feel them by themselves. If the male protagonist tells the characters and stories behind the photos during the interview, it will inevitably affect the viewers' feelings. This kind of guidance will make the work narrower, and even lead to a single interpretation. The truth is that there is no explanation or guidance, and it is gradually presented, as you want, as you say, those who like it can find what they want, and those who don't like it can also look at it and leave.
Finally, I especially want to talk about the encounter between the male protagonist and the doctor, it seems that there is a certain number in it. It's like we can live to the present, like I will do my current job, like you are reading my article on the other end of the computer, how to explain it?
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