my mirror my world

Ken 2022-03-21 09:02:34

Fragments and fragments that do not seem to be closely related, verses and pictures, mother and wife, history and reality, pastoral and dreamland... are actually the inside and outside of a mirror~
The movie is initially moved by the beautiful silhouette on the fence, and then continues Confused by the long-lost montage performance, I finally saw the director's mirror and found my own mirror...
In the middle of the film, I thought it would blur the audience's self-understanding due to the director's private drawing~ In fact, we can hold the mirror See the whole world - the world that includes the historical wars that cost you your virginity, and the warm, safe corners you've spent your entire life looking for.
The ceiling flowing down, the flame burning upward, sitting to the left smoking a cigarette, standing to the right reading a poem... Whichever posture you choose, the mirror will show the opposite posture.
The director's world is in it, and your world is also in it.

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Extended Reading
  • General 2022-01-07 15:52:59

    #重看# The breath of water, the heat of fire, and the mysteriously rising wind are still in the mirror, like in a dream; the synchronization of individual growth with the historical process supports the vast space and time, and the microscopic world in the raindrops reflects the endless universe; world affairs Diverse, time and space circuitous, I only wish to dream of returning to the wooden hut of childhood, overturning milk, and the still life with my gaze storing the time of love between my parents.

  • Payton 2022-03-23 09:02:34

    No evaluation yet. Wait for the second brush. Incomprehensible, yet resonant, Tarkovsky's tone. At the beginning, he said "I can speak" through the stuttering young man, loud and powerful. And I, who didn't stutter originally, was silent.

Mirror quotes

  • 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.