Between reality and reality, tower-style self-psychological dissection!

Beulah 2022-03-21 09:02:34

Between the virtual and the real, there is still a tower-style ideological world, but this time the director aimed the film at himself. To a certain extent, all the characters in the film are completing a spiritual anatomy of the tower-style itself. Gloomy childhood, failed marriage, broken mother-child relationship, cynical middle-aged and young people, eternal and painful war, and nostalgia for the mother in childhood, all of which are like some kind of real and false projection of the dream to the reality of tower life , Between the true and the false, it returns to the beginning, the beginning of the movie, the towering style of the unspeakable, but the spiritual world is full of endless contradictions. What remains unchanged is the nostalgia for beauty. The beautiful parts of the movie, such as the lost doctor's romantic encounter with his mother, or the happy laughter of the baby, or the nostalgia for his mother, all fully present the tower-style sensitivity, Contradictions, struggles, but always carry a kind of beautiful spiritual world. This work is more like a mental anatomy of the tower itself. If Freud saw this work, he would probably be able to sigh with emotion. It turns out that the world of images can also achieve a kind of psychological analysis on the psychological level! I have always regretted one thing. If there is anyone else who can perfectly visualize the works of Dostoevsky, it is probably only the tower, but the tower has never photographed the works of this unattainable master in the literary world. ! descendants, even more unlikely. Video 100 points Script 100 points Director 100 points Performance 100 points Innovation 100 points Works 100 points Content factor 1 Film history 100 points

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  • Father: It seems to make me return to the place, poignantly dear to my heart, where my grandfather's house used to be in which I was born 40 years ago right on the dinner table. Each time I try to enter it, something prevents me from doing that. I see this dream again and again. And when I see those walls made of logs and the dark entrance, even in my dream I become aware that I'm only dreaming it. And the overwhelming joy is clouded by anticipation of awakening. At times something happens and I stop dreaming of the house and the pine trees of my childhood around it. Then I get depressed. And I can't wait to see this dream in which I'l be a child again and feel happy again because everything will still be ahead, everything will be possible...

  • Forensic doctor: You know, I fell and found strange things here - roots, bushes... Has it ever occurred to you that plants can feel, know, even comprehend? The trees, this hazelnut bush...

    Natalya: This is an alder tree.

    Forensic doctor: It doesn't matter. They don't run about. Like us who are rushing, fussing, uttering banalities. That's because we don't trust nature that is inside us. Always this suspiciousness, haste, and no time to stop and think.