inhabited by light and dark

Cheyanne 2022-03-20 09:01:45

In the contemporary context of rapid technological change, "Masquerade" has entered the dimension of daily life from a thorough metaphysical level. "Masquerade" does not only exist in Noh and other classical dramas and the self-expression of intellectuals. It has invaded the defense line of reality with bright skins, so it is more difficult to clearly identify the distinction between the real and the illusory of modern human beings.

If the "burning" social phenomenon of the "big hunger" group represented by the female protagonist who has undergone face-changing surgery in "Burning" points more to the glossy and hypocritical visual appearance in the form of "covering" Negating the essence of dryness and poverty, trying to seize the "exposed" trend of the id brought about by contemporary ethical liberalization after social stereotyping and forcing "class mobility", then Bergman's "Masquerade" goes beyond " The sociality of "text to carry the Tao" has risen to the high-end philosophical level of the ultimate proposition of human beings.

The film tells the story of the doctor Alma gradually becoming one with each other in the process of treating the ill actress Elizabeth. The two characters are silent and chatter, one rescues the patient as a doctor, and the other listens. The attitude of the reader listens to the relentless talk. The symmetrical images of the characters are matched with black-and-white images, and the paired opposition between the split character, the external form of the images, and the converging nature of the characters undoubtedly conforms to the theme of infinite anxiety about self-identity.

Sartre's "others are hell" expounded in "Confinement" may be used as an annotation for this film. Sartre himself interprets this statement on two levels: when we try to understand ourselves, we actually use other people's knowledge of us, that is, an individual's sense of identity is completely controlled by others. As a tool of communication, language establishes the connection between the individual and the world, while Elizabeth cuts off others' understanding of her through extreme silence, and the ultimate fate of the "silent majority" is in the endless resistance to interpersonal relationships Choose the annihilation of the body, and "suicide" is considered impossible in the film, because most people cannot become a complete "island", and everyone has "a lasting desire to be finally exposed" hidden in their hearts. , "Hope to be seen through, knocked down, even submerged". Submerged in a safe group identity, "Van Gogh was a dangerous species after all."

The second level of Sartre: There are many people who are bound by stereotypes and bad habits and worry about the opinions of others, but in fact everyone has the freedom to smash hell, but the reason why they are still trapped in hell is purely their own volition, Don't want to change at all. In today's society, more and more people have become Garsan who is unwilling to go to the possibility of the light when the closed door of hell is opened, and Estelle and Ines are all full of "friends". At this level, Elizabeth is an example of trying to smash hell, but Bergman's "Masquerade" undoubtedly allows us to see the landscape outside the gates of hell, and see the story after "Gal's departure" - the Detained in the hospital as a mental illness, the superego can survive in a society full of "rhinos" only by stopping and waiting for the ego.

If you relate to the specific cases of today's society, then WeChat avatars and Meitu software are just the initial form of masks. The increasingly popular face-changing software, such as ZAO, makes illusory masks more real, thus confusing the boundaries between true and false. . Imagery can be a tool for recording reality, but it can also be a tool for transforming reality today. The so-called "image is the truth at 24 frames per second", but today, the image is more like a lie at 24 frames per second.

Face-swapping technology creates this diverse and composite image, which also reflects the way of existence of contemporary online residents. People continue to use video technology to repair themselves, and sometimes it is difficult for us to distinguish which character is the real one. Perhaps, the face that merged the mask and the flesh has become the real self.

As someone who has performed several times, I once wrote a passage, "I love the temperature of the spotlight with a fascination, and my soul is constantly roasted and dyed with hot energy, so that when the cold wind once again When the oncoming moment came, I walked into it without fear, until the heat faded, and I found that I was just a pile of soil with a very small specific heat capacity." Whenever the curtain rises, the actors change their identities and set foot on what used to be the training ground and now But it is a wilderness, a tea house, and the field of the palace. People who were friends just now suddenly become parents or enemies, and a strange feeling arises in their hearts, as if they were caught in a vortex ambush under the abyss, tearing and splitting; When we finally recognized each other's face, hated the opponent beside us with gnashing hatred, and embraced the lovers left and right with strong love, the curtain was pulled up, we saw the dead people jumping onto the stage, the lovers shyly With their hands released, the enemies clapped and congratulated each other in a friendly manner, lined up, thanked, and left. The change of identity is completed in an instant, and every time, there is always a sense of loss that falls back to reality, and the sense of loss of broken dreams fills my heart.

"Fake and true, true and false", people still ask the real self and the self in the eyes of others in a trance every time they wake up, which is the self. The light refracted by a mirror creates the bright side of the world. People are like moths to the flames. People rush to these lights that have long been distorted. , mechanically pushing away the hands that reached into the darkness.

End with Simposka's Impressions of the Theater.

I thought the most important scene of the tragedy was Act VI,

From the battlefield of the stage, the dead are raised,

Adjust wigs, robes,

The piercing knife is pulled out from the chest / the rope is untied from the neck,

Lined up among the living, facing the audience.

Individual and group bows:

white hand on heart wound

Suicide lady curtsies

chopped head nodding

Bow in pairs:

Anger stretches its arms towards submission

The victim looks happily into the hangman's eyes

The rebel walks past the tyrant without resentment

Trample eternity with golden toes

Use the brim of your hat to sweep away moral implication

Always ready to start over tomorrow

Those who died earlier entered the field in a column

in the third or fourth act, or in between the two

The miraculous return of those who disappeared

Think of them waiting patiently in the background

The costume is not taken off,

makeup not removed,

Teach me more than long tragic lines.

But what's really exciting is that the curtain slowly falls

Everything you can still glimpse from below

Here is a hand hurriedly reaching out to take the flowers

The other hand over there suddenly picked up the fallen sword

Just then the third hand, the invisible hand

Do your best:

grab my throat

"Stage Impressions"

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Persona quotes

  • Sister Alma: Elisabet? Can I read you something from my book? Or am I disturbing you? It says here:"All the anxiety we bear with us, all our thwarted dreams, the incomprehensible cruelty, our fear of extinction, the painful insight into our earthly condition, have slowly eroded our hope of an other-wordly salvation. The howl of our faith and doubt against the darkness and silence, is one of the most awful proofs of our abandonment and our terrified, unuttered knowledge." Do you think it's like that?

  • Sister Alma: Karl-Henrik and I rented a cottage by the sea once. It was June, and we were all alone. One day, when Karl-Henrik had gone into town, I went to the beach on my own. It was a warm and lovely day. There was another girl there. She'd paddled over from another island because our beach was sunnier and more secluded. We lay there, sunbathing beside one another, complete naked, dozing now and then, putting suntan lotion on. We had those cheap straw hats on, you know? I had a blue ribbon around mine. I lay there peeping out from under my hat at the landscape and the sea and the sun. It was kind of funny. Suddenly I saw two figures leaping about on the rock above us. They would hide and then peek out. "There's a couple of boys looking at us," I told the girl. Her name was Katarina. "Let them look," she said, and turned over on her back. It was a strange feeling. I wanted to jump up and put my robe on but I just lay there on my stomach with my bottom in the air, not at all embarrassed, completely calm. Katarina lay there next to me the whole time, with her breasts and thick thighs. She just lay there sort of giggling to herself. I noticed that the boys had come closer. They just stood there looking at us. I noticed they were terribly young. Then one of them - the more daring of the two - came up and squatted down next to Katarina. He pretended to be busy picking at his toes. I felt so strange. Suddenly I heard Katarina say, "Hey, why don't you come over here?" She took him by the hand and helped him off with his jeans and shirt. Then suddenly he was on top of her. She guided him in with her hands on his behind. The other boy just sat on the slope and watched. I heard Katarina whisper in the boy's ear and laugh. His face was right next to mine. It was red and swollen. Suddenly I turned over and said, "Aren't you coming over to me too?" And Katarina said, "Go to her now." He pulled out of her and fell on top of me, completely hard. He grabbed my breast. It hurt so bad. I was ready somehow and came almost at once. Can you believe it? I was about to say, "Careful you don't get me pregnant" when he suddenly came. I felt it like never before in my life, the way he sprayed his seed into me. He gripped my shoulders and arched backward. I came over and over. Katarina lay on her side and watched and held him from behind. After he came, she took him in her arms and used his hand to make herself come. When she came, she screamed like a banshee. Then all three of us started laughing. We called to the other boy, who was sitting on the slope. His name was Peter. He came down, looking all confused and shivering despite the sunshine. Katarina unbuttoned his pants and started to play with him. And when he came, she took him in her mouth. He bent down and kissed her back. She turned around, took his head in both hands, and gave him her breast. The other boy got so excited that he and I started all over again. It was just as good as before. Then we went for a swim and parted ways. When I got home, Karl-Henrik was already back from town. We ate dinner and drank some red wine he'd brought. Then we had sex. It's never been as good, before or since. Can you understand that?