Out of Africa, out of the bondage of self

Gerhard 2022-03-20 09:01:58

I stayed up late again for the final assignment for film and television appreciation, and I can’t tell if it’s good or bad, but thinking at night, even reading in neutral colors, has a cold tone at night, which is insincere.
"Out of Africa" ​​is a watchable film , I saw it for the first time in class, and what I felt most deeply was the vast grasslands of Africa and the melodious and harmonious background music that appeared from time to time. I watched it for the second time in the evening and asked myself, what is the most attractive thing about this film?
This is really a difficult question. Thought is like a flowing liquid, changing direction. At this moment, I remember every scene of the film. What really moves my heart is the independence and respect of individuals and the harmony that appears in the intertwining and contradicting things.
Independence, with the growth of age, the emphasis on independence is also more and more profound. Watching the film, many things heard and seen in life are linked. Karen lost her love in Denmark and came to Africa with nothing but money. The betrayal of her husband, the unfamiliar environment, and the inability to resist all kinds of obstacles motivated her inner strength and independence. Karen is not as weak as a normal woman is a life choice. Life is passed down from generation to generation, but as individuals, you and I are born alone. Even if we have relatives, friends, and partners in our growth, people still remain independent in their hearts. All the closeness and excitement are artificial illusions. Life is lonely. of. Dennis' character in the film seems to represent the most primitive attitude of life. He refuses to be assimilated, is tired of the conflicts of interests in the world, is tired of the tool that binds his nature - family, and is tired of all fixed patterns. Therefore, the end of his life is doomed. It is impossible to put a false weight on the other end of Karen's love scale. The entanglement of all relationships in human society and the independence of nature are inherently contradictory. Just imagine modern society, an almost primitive How can the state of human existence be contained in the human biosphere? Therefore, the typical final outcome of the true pursuit of independence in many films is either to be eliminated from the circle of existence or to be lost. Thinking of Pei Duofei's classic poems, it is very sad. There is no real freedom. The development and growth of human beings are in itself.
Trample freedom along the way. You and I, who exist in the middle, are destined to be bound and squeezed into deformity by various factors. Thinking of this, it seems that I have reached a dead end, and I am really depressed. Maybe survival sometimes requires a vague perspective. Another better way to say is to live an optimistic life, missing the pessimistic refinement, and walk towards an open human being with the regret of losing the truth. Life. Grateful to those philosophers who are chasing the truth, they are suffering for everyone, carrying the cruelty that is close to clarity, and staying away from us.
Respect, there are several parts in the film that make me feel very hopeful for survival. I will never forget the moment when Karen left Africa, when a member of the men-only club invited her to have a drink. Under the shocked expression of the waiter, all the men present stood up to toast her; when Karen first arrived in Africa , once asked the black servant to wear white gloves to serve guests; shouted at the housekeeper for fear that he would break the china she brought, but when she left, she asked the servant to take off the white gloves; her housekeeper thought Going with her, she refused, and the answer was, just like you always lead the way and light a bonfire in front of you in the past, I will lead the way this time. The housekeeper said that this time your bonfire must be very bright and big. Reverence for life arises from respect. You and I are more or less despising life, your own or others. From a macro perspective, everything in the universe is created equal, and every flower, plant and tree are equal to you and me, but it is impossible to completely preserve everything. Therefore, explicit or implicit trampling between human beings is inevitable. Fighting by force, the potential violence now is also full of terror. All cruel fruits are wrapped in bright coats, but survival must be fought against. No matter who the enemy is, no one can escape. Even so, if everyone bears it, it means that no one bears it. Severity, different people’s confusion and pain are also different, and some people take it as a kind of happiness because they are lightly endured. , the formation of institutional models is relatively destructive.
Harmony in contradiction. There are many harmonious scenes in the film. Although all harmony is derived from the relative balance of contradictions, art is the ability to fulfill people's dreams. Dennis flew a plane to take Karen to the sky, overlooking the magical and rich continent they love from the sky. As the plane climbed, the whole earth unfolded before the eyes, and the music poured out.
At this time, Karen, who was deeply moved, stretched out her hand to the back of the cockpit intoxicated, and Dennis also stretched out his hand from the cab at this moment, and held her tightly; In Dennis's cemetery, there is harmony among people, peace and harmony; harmony between man and nature, and harmony between life and space.
Keep this paragraph at the end, I would like to watch the perfect story slowly blur in my sight, maintain a harmonious beauty, balance and eternity, I would like to see it, and strive to survive

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Out of Africa quotes

  • Karen Blixen: [Denys lands his two-seater aircraft, and Karen runs to greet him] Where did you get it?

    Denys: Mombasa. Get in!

    Karen Blixen: [as they take off] When did you learn to fly?

    Denys: Yesterday!

  • Karen Blixen: "The time you won your town the race, we chaired you through the marketplace; man and boy stood cheering by, as home we brought you shoulder-high. Smart lad, to slip betimes away from fields where glory does not stay. Early though the laurel grows, It withers quicker than a rose. Now you will not swell the rout of lads that wore their honors out. Runners whom renown outran, and the name died 'fore the man. And round that early-laureled head will flock to gaze the strengthless dead and find unwithered on its curls a garland briefer than a girl's."