""Think of "Mouchette"! Has the heroine player ever thought about the audience for a moment, and has she ever thought of passing on the "depth" of her encounter to the audience? How did she ever "show" to the audience how "bad" her condition was? She doesn't seem to notice that her inner life is being watched, she lives in her own closed, solid, focused world. ""
- Tarkovsky
I have never seen such a sad movie
How to express people's emotions can be appropriate. There are completely different ways in dramas and movies. The interaction of dramas requires immediate feedback, so exaggerated and eager performances make emotions violent and stormy. And movies, the art featuring rhythm, should pursue the naturalness and aftertaste of emotional expression. Those simple but rich pictures like Japanese haiku are more worthy of the favor of movie art.
As a result, voices and texts, this way of reporting and literature gradually fade out, and the slow flow of time, or more properly, rhythm, becomes a sign of judging whether the film is good or not.
So, the figure of Mushaet appeared in front of me.
If distressed, then at least make a sound, either crying, hurting yourself, or wishing to express yourself in suicide and self-imposed exile. However, when making so many choices, we as the audience are also releasing the emotions that we may have suppressed for a long time, until the silence of Mushait, which seems to be a continuation of life.
Bresson's films are the continuation of life. People walk into the cinema and sit in front of the screen, but they can't feel the attention of the drama. People in the film don't care who the audience is in front of them, nor do they care about their own destiny. Whether it is being watched or not, the plot develops like this until the audience walks into it, sparse language, rainy nights and gunshots, running rabbits (this is probably the only place with obvious directional symbols).
Life goes on, pain must be endured, heavy shoes, isolation of classmates, alienation of characters, these do not have to be expressed in words, rape, mother's death, neighbor's hypocrisy and swearing, just use a few drops Tears, without responsibility, without struggle, until they were plain, wrapped themselves in the old lady's clothes, rolled into the river again and again, and died.
There is no need to burst, death is burst.
No language needed, the rhythm of the film is his language.
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