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
  • Cara 2022-03-28 09:01:08

    After exploring beliefs, relationships, the subconscious and death, Bergman returns to them all with this film. The scene where Anna hugs Agnes implies the transformation of motherhood into divinity, the three sisters live in a hopeless symbolic tradition under intersubjectivity, and the mother who has the face of her sister in memory is reminiscent of Lacan's "" Father's name". At least before the shouting and whispering, Bergman did not emphasize so much on the innovation of form, and many of the breathtaking camera movements were just a coincidence - to borrow the words of teacher @moodlebug, it is the kind, the audience will be killed by the movie type. But the film is chock-full of symbolism from the start—a red background, a long white dress, a clock, a crying woman... It’s a must-see for Bergman’s summation and innovation.

  • Erich 2022-03-25 09:01:15

    Typical Bergmanian despair and indifference, but still cruel insight into human intimacy. Beginning with "Masquerade," it was deeply felt that Bergman poured all his pain into his film characters completely and unreservedly. The pain is too public and too naked, making people feel like they are stuck in their throats but addicted to it.

Cries & Whispers quotes

  • Maria: I have no need of pardon.

  • Karin: Anna. You hear that?

    Anna: I hear only the wind and the ticking of the clocks.

    Karin: No. It's something else.

    Anna: I don't hear anything else.

    Karin: I'm freezing. Good night.