defend against mortality

Danielle 2022-03-21 09:03:06

How does 65-year-old Anzhe view death? How to defend against morality?

His ultimate resistance in the film is words. It is the mysterious name in the mouth of the Albanian refugee boy: Kofla, the voice of the mother, the ardent and sad letter of the lover, and the "Vend Words into Poems" of the patriotic poets in history.

He borrowed the body and imagination of the protagonist, a terminally ill poet, to search constantly, and finally came to the end of the land, facing the ocean, shouting and monologue.

An Zhe's mise-en-scene and long takes are absolute masters. Ghostly leads us into its fluid, poetic world. The last scene reminded me of Hu Defu's song "The Wind of the Pacific Ocean": "The earliest piece of clothing The earliest piece of clothing that calls the earliest piece of hometown The earliest piece of memory is the wind of the Pacific Ocean slowly blowing the feeling of the earliest world The world of the earliest feeling ...the earliest awakening of the earliest mother's feeling"

Poetry belongs only to the wanderer. The wanderer is not comfortable enjoying the happiness of life, because the end of a happy life must be death. They're going out looking for something doomed to fail.

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Extended Reading
  • Leonard 2022-03-27 09:01:19

    "Time is a child, playing with sandbags at the beach"...I watched this film in a bad state and apologized

  • Korey 2022-03-28 09:01:11

    What is a tomorrow? - Eternity and A Day. The abstraction and the figurative, inevitably intertwined with chance, instantly ring out eternity. The seemingly profound and eternal and the small and random all happened on the last day of the poet's life. He stopped at the traffic light of his life, the day that will forever remain in his mind—the sea and the loneliness of his lover and his identity as a bystander. Why must we perish? Why be tormented between pain and desire?

Eternity and a Day quotes

  • Alexandre: My only regret, Anna - but is it only one? - is to not have finished anything. I left all as a draft, shattered words here and there.

  • Alexandre: All passed by so quickly. This suspect pain... my stubbornness to want to learn,to want to know... then the darkness... the silence around me... the silence. All made me believe that before the end of winter with the ethereal silhouettes of the boats,and their sudden breakthroughs in the sky, with the lovers along the promenade,in the declining sun, and the hypocritical promise of the spring, all made me believe that before the end of winter... My only regret, Anna... but is it only one?... is not to have finished anything. I left it all as a draft, shattered words here and there.