FIFA15丨DAY9 "Mirror": In that transparent piece, I saw all my time traces

Elouise 2022-03-22 09:02:17

The 9th competition day of the main competition unit of the 15th #Faro IslandFilm Festival# brings you "Mirror". Please see the fascinating comments of the illusory people on the front line below!

Jeremy Sun:

It's not clear, but it's definitely a captivating image.

Fruit trees:

Watching Laota's movies at different stages of life will give you different feelings.

Mozart Lumso:

I can feel that the screen exists as a separation between film and reality, and only the poetry and music in the picture can make me feel the wonderful harmony.

We Min Hee:

The picture is full of marks, and the narrative is not as fragmentary as expected. In fact, there is quite a context to follow, but this is not something that others can integrate into. Your relationship with your mother determines your relationship with the world.

Mimi:

The memory of time, the joys and sorrows of the mirror. The slow motion of the old tower is so charming, the time is lost, the attraction like a black hole, and the fate of the wind and waves. Who pushes me forward like fate? It was me, striding behind my back. --- Tagore

Mishima travels at sea:

Poems are woven into baskets as vines, linking different images. The wind, leaves and milk of northern Eurasia are placed here, telling about life, marriage, war and death. I was immersed in the wonderful movement of the camera, and the story was not yet clear. I will definitely read it again, reading this distant world, reading this scattered dream projected in the mirror.

Pincent:

Water, fire, wind, belong to Tarkovsky's film elements. time, memory, dreams. The monologue and ending of the poem have multiple long shots. Individual and history, a life of repentance and confusion. Beautiful shots and emotions. Man is a mirror, the world is a mirror, and art is also a mirror. The image of the photographer, the meta-film element of the autobiography.

Matsuno Somatsu:

Memories seem to have no color. The focus of our memories of the past is always what happened, but the details of color usually do not exist. When we think about color, memories are mixed with imagination, and in the fusion of memory and imagination, the mirror reflects. Out of our original intention, the black and white world began to appear surreal, and the color world gradually became real.

Midnight no one:

The world written in poetry always has to be shared with too many people's self-righteous annotations. That's why images are needed, enough to hold my own paradise. Every mirror is the key to waking and dreaming, following the long and narrow ropeway of memories, leading to my childhood, my mother, my courtyard, and the old time I left behind. The huge symphony and the confident cry of the new born resonate at the end, and all the deceased scenery seats sit peacefully in the parallel time and space. The most beautiful state of a film is this: the audience resonates supremely, and the author, from beginning to end, just wants to tell himself.

Dazhao:

It belongs to such a category of films as "Old Man's Sadness", which can be put together with "Wild Strawberry" and "Eternity and One Day". Wild Strawberry is the most straightforward and the mirror is the most profound. A year ago, I was shocked and couldn't understand it, but now I know there is nothing to understand, I just feel it. "Art is montage." Few contemporary filmmakers have the courage to express their hearts in this way. Private images are not art, but art can be private. The mirror is the wooden house, the snowy battlefield, the pages of the book blown away by the wind, it is a cycle, the boring history of mankind, we talk to, back to the time when the baby was born, the arrival of the doctor can break and promote the cycle to continue. Long shots and montages are both beautifully used, and the transformation scene needs to have distinct focus, differences in parts or scenes, and scene elements. There is no doubt that the personal golden train.

The main competition publication of DAY9 will be released later, please wait and see.

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Extended Reading
  • Skylar 2022-03-25 09:01:14

    Review, have some new experience. In fact, this is the shadow of a beautiful and unique poem. By traveling between childhood memories and current dreams, the director uses the medium of mirrors and stares at himself to collage the profound memories of childhood, whether pain or guilt, time flows like water, and past things are also serenely engraved in the film. In time, the depth of field is quiet and secluded. Although times have changed, I want to reconstruct the childhood scene in order to achieve negotiation and commonality with my childhood soul. The reflection in the mirror also reflects the director's fascination with childhood memories and his fascination with past history. experience. The author uses soothing style and recited poems to advance the narrative without specific logic, and pays attention to the ritual sense and authenticity of the language of the camera. With the use of long shots, the anxieties and struggles of the characters are so real. In fact, the film is the director's tribute to the past. He hopes to communicate with the audience through his own pure and natural context as much as possible. Through memories and dreams, color modulation and wartime records, beautiful scenery and family trivia, these are integrated into a whole concept. and images to express the perception and understanding of different things at different ages.

  • Dimitri 2022-03-22 09:02:17

    Through a very delicate display of time and memory, Tarkovsky has completed an unprecedented depiction of the illusory. Since then, dream and reality have begun to overlap like two sides of a mirror. Because we can also foresee the unknowable future, our blood will turn into the river of the world, I am about to reach a place I have never been before, that is my homeland, where I have run and where I will sleep forever.

Mirror quotes

  • Father: It seems to make me return to the place, poignantly dear to my heart, where my grandfather's house used to be in which I was born 40 years ago right on the dinner table. Each time I try to enter it, something prevents me from doing that. I see this dream again and again. And when I see those walls made of logs and the dark entrance, even in my dream I become aware that I'm only dreaming it. And the overwhelming joy is clouded by anticipation of awakening. At times something happens and I stop dreaming of the house and the pine trees of my childhood around it. Then I get depressed. And I can't wait to see this dream in which I'l be a child again and feel happy again because everything will still be ahead, everything will be possible...

  • Forensic doctor: You know, I fell and found strange things here - roots, bushes... Has it ever occurred to you that plants can feel, know, even comprehend? The trees, this hazelnut bush...

    Natalya: This is an alder tree.

    Forensic doctor: It doesn't matter. They don't run about. Like us who are rushing, fussing, uttering banalities. That's because we don't trust nature that is inside us. Always this suspiciousness, haste, and no time to stop and think.