Video poems, oil paintings, wind blowing leaves and waves, rain pouring, wooden houses in the forest where memories live, auspicious feathers, broken dreams, emotions, souls, lines babbling, black and white and color interlaced, virtual and real, trance.
The long shot at the beginning of the film is unforgettable. One is the frame on the cover of the poster. The green color stretches to the sky and the distance. One is the man who approaches and then leaves. It is the surging of life.
Agree with what was mentioned in the short comment, the director does not care whether the audience understands the narrative or not. This is an autobiographical film in itself, like a dream, like a subconscious, the scenes are constantly changing, and there is no logic throughout.
Let go of the obsession with wanting to "understand", let go of the curiosity of deconstructing the story, and let go of the effort to dig out the meaning and symbolism. Just rely on intuition and feeling, just let it be.
This is not a film for diversion and passing time, it reminds me of Proust's reminiscence of the past. It also reminds me of a poem, Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of being obsessed with butterflies.
"I haven't spoken to anyone for three days. I even liked it. I think it's good to keep silent for a while. Words can't express everything, a person feels. Words are flaccid."
There are so many meanings that are difficult to express. Picking up the opportunity, on an autumn afternoon, I have to revisit it again.
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