Red

Kiana 2022-03-22 09:02:29

red room.

Walls, curtains, floors, table tops, bedposts, bedding are all covered in bright red.

When the sun shines in from the gauze white curtains that have been pulled up all the year round, the monotonous colors will change a little bit. Hit on the armrest of the bench, and slowly move up along the fingertips, the fair and delicate skin glows under the caress. Maria fell asleep with the book in her arms.

She is always like that. Where is she sleeping again tonight?

For twelve years, this mansion has rarely been visited. If it's the other way around, why does the owner of the house decorate every corner with such a single red color, even not letting go of the insignificant——

When you think about it, it doesn't seem like anything is insignificant.

What would she, Agnes, say about it.

Sick in bed for many years, with thin limbs and body, the corners of his eyes are always bloody, his lips are shriveled and dry, and a thin layer of flesh is attached to his cheeks. She was also asleep, her eyes closed, no pain or anything. Where had all the torture she had been forced to endure earlier? Can't see anything now. The house is too quiet. The pendulum rang silently.

So many pendulums are ringing, but only one person has been served for many years. Adding a little hilarity to a place that's lost its popularity?

There is also one in Karin's temporary room, and the bronze sky used for decoration stares at the woman sitting in front of the mirror with godless pupils.

She stared at herself in the mirror.

She looked at herself, not like she was looking at herself. She's looking for - the demons waiting for the opportunity, the missing passion - the meaning of life.

Sadness almost overflowed from her throat, and she was clenching her teeth. Giving in to insensitivity? But she still yearned. Love, touch, intimacy. She looked at herself, "Who shaped this?"

A smile becomes part of the indifference, and a broken glass means another surrender.

Anna walked across the corridor, watching all this with tenderness.

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Extended Reading
  • Stephon 2022-03-24 09:03:02

    That is, when he touches death, Bergman reveals soft emotions between the lines, the endless bells, the immobile mansion, the blood-red drapery, and a face that is half dark and half light. The setting of multiple protagonists makes the story extremely light and balanced. The poetic Bergman is also more generous and compassionate than the magical one. Nyquist's light and shadow are so beautiful and expressive. - Film Forum (3/3/2018)

  • Reese 2022-03-27 09:01:15

    "I want to keep this moment, I think, no matter what happens, this is happiness, and there will be nothing better than this." The indifference and alienation stretched into fine lines on the face, solidified into a tired sneer, and then Extend into the human soul. Obviously, the interior scenery is beautiful like a dream, but it is so cold that people take a breath of air. The best times are always under the clear, still skies of autumn.

Cries & Whispers quotes

  • Isak: Agnes, my dear child, listen to what I tell you now. Pray for those of us left behind on this dark and miserable earth beneath a cruel and empty sky. Lay your suffering at God's feet and plead with him to pardon us. Plead with him to free us of our anxiety, our weariness, and our deepest doubts. Plead with him to give meaning to our lives.

  • Karin: It's a web of lies, all of it.