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
  • Lydia 2022-03-20 09:02:24

    Almodovar's high heels also deal with the feelings and relationships between women, which is far behind Bergman's delicateness.

  • Ona 2022-03-21 09:02:48

    The story, which should be full of dramatic tension, was dealt with coldly by Bergman's quiet camera language, which made me feel bored when watching the movie. —— The shouts are sometimes too frequent and a bit harsh, and the whispers are continuous but rarely heartfelt. —— I'm glad that I can love movies so much in my life, but no matter how much I love it, I can't love/like all the recognized masterpieces! Just like loving someone, you cannot love/like him (love yourself) all!

Cries & Whispers quotes

  • David: Come here, Marie. Come. Look in the mirror. You're beautiful. Perhaps even more than when we were together. But you've changed and I want you to see how. Now your eyes cast quick, calculating, side glances. You used to look ahead straightforwardly, openly, without disguise. Your mouth has a slightly hungry, dissatisfied expression. It used to be so soft. Your complexion is pale now. You wear makeup. Your fine, wide brow has four lines above each eye now. You can't see them in this light, but you can in the bright of day. You know what caused those lines?

    Maria: No.

    David: Indifference. And this fine contour from your ear to your chin is no longer so finely drawn - the result of too much comfort and laziness. And there, by the bridge of your nose. Why do you sneer so often? You see that? You sneer too often. You see it? And look under your eyes. The sharp, scarcely noticeable wrinkles from your boredom and impatience.

    Maria: Can you really see all that there?

    David: No, but I feel it when you kiss me.

    Maria: I think you're joking with me. I know where you see it.

    David: Where?

    Maria: In yourself. Because you and I are so alike.

    David: You mean in our selfishness, coldness and indifference?

  • Maria: You've changed. Is there someone else?

    David: There always is. Besides, I thought the problem didn't interest you.

    Maria: It doesn't.