love in mask

Armani 2022-03-22 09:01:48

After watching it, it took a day of brewing. I feel that I don't understand a lot of things. Of course, it's not the kind of poor understanding, but I don't have the basis of Bergman's other works to help me judge the director's thinking.

The visual impact of the film is strong, starting with a boy who seems to be touching the screen we are watching. Elizabeth also has a lot of scenes where she stares at the camera for a long time, making the audience feel uncomfortable. Including deliberately dissonant music at the beginning. It feels like these dissonances deliberately created by the director, as well as the details that break the fourth wall, are trying to express something. A kind of rebellion? Is the propaganda director's sense of the mask discordant?

The most exciting part of the whole film is when Alma tells Elizabeth about her unique experience of beach sex, and the pleasure, shame, and guilt it brings. This literal exposure of herself allows Alma to confess her heart to Elizabeth and plunges Alma into a fascination with what Elizabeth might call love. But just like a young man's love in reality, this love is full of self, and full of desire to be noticed and loved. Elizabeth brought Alma a whole new experience, experiencing smoking and talking unrestrainedly, revealing the thrill of her own vulnerability. In that moment, everything was fine. It wasn't until the next day that Alma saw the reality. She thought her feelings were two-way, but after secretly reading Elizabeth's letter to the doctor, she found that Elizabeth only regarded herself as an interesting observation object in her vacation life. Of course the relationship itself is not malicious, but Elma, who has fallen in love with Elizabeth (or Elma, who has fallen in love with Elizabeth as she conceived it in her own mind, since Elizabeth never really expressed her true thoughts) Unable to accept this fact, she was full of anger of being betrayed, and even more so when Elizabeth was reluctant to speak, the pain of not knowing what the other party was thinking. All things added up, so that Alma almost splashed Elizabeth with boiling water.

Of course, after the rapid turn in the relationship between the two women, the film has moved towards a more and more blurred expression, like a dream. My memory of the film also went from being clear to trying to recall a dream. Whether it was the visit of Elizabeth's husband, Alma acted as a stand-in; or the confrontation between Alma and Elizabeth, and the two finally merged into one. In the end, echoing the state of the two people at the beginning, the little boy who touched the camera appeared again. I'm not sure what I'm saying. At least, there is a lot more room for speculation, and it diverges a lot.

In addition to a certain story, the director used these two characters (mainly Elizabeth) to express some personal emotions and attitudes. I think I still need to experience it, and have the opportunity to learn more about Bergman.

postscript:

Watching this movie is the end of 2020, and it feels like we have entered an era of personal literary decline, and everything is developing towards popularization and entertainment. Maybe human beings are like this, technology is just feeding nature. Maybe I want to see a global cultural explosion, and the phenomenon of a hundred schools of thought contending is a personal wish. Maybe it's already happening, just in a way I can't understand. All in all, this stage has come into contact with some literature of the last century, and it is inevitable that there will be some criticism of contemporary social thought. Only.

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2020.12.09

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Persona quotes

  • Sister Alma: Elisabet? Can I read you something from my book? Or am I disturbing you? It says here:"All the anxiety we bear with us, all our thwarted dreams, the incomprehensible cruelty, our fear of extinction, the painful insight into our earthly condition, have slowly eroded our hope of an other-wordly salvation. The howl of our faith and doubt against the darkness and silence, is one of the most awful proofs of our abandonment and our terrified, unuttered knowledge." Do you think it's like that?

  • Sister Alma: Karl-Henrik and I rented a cottage by the sea once. It was June, and we were all alone. One day, when Karl-Henrik had gone into town, I went to the beach on my own. It was a warm and lovely day. There was another girl there. She'd paddled over from another island because our beach was sunnier and more secluded. We lay there, sunbathing beside one another, complete naked, dozing now and then, putting suntan lotion on. We had those cheap straw hats on, you know? I had a blue ribbon around mine. I lay there peeping out from under my hat at the landscape and the sea and the sun. It was kind of funny. Suddenly I saw two figures leaping about on the rock above us. They would hide and then peek out. "There's a couple of boys looking at us," I told the girl. Her name was Katarina. "Let them look," she said, and turned over on her back. It was a strange feeling. I wanted to jump up and put my robe on but I just lay there on my stomach with my bottom in the air, not at all embarrassed, completely calm. Katarina lay there next to me the whole time, with her breasts and thick thighs. She just lay there sort of giggling to herself. I noticed that the boys had come closer. They just stood there looking at us. I noticed they were terribly young. Then one of them - the more daring of the two - came up and squatted down next to Katarina. He pretended to be busy picking at his toes. I felt so strange. Suddenly I heard Katarina say, "Hey, why don't you come over here?" She took him by the hand and helped him off with his jeans and shirt. Then suddenly he was on top of her. She guided him in with her hands on his behind. The other boy just sat on the slope and watched. I heard Katarina whisper in the boy's ear and laugh. His face was right next to mine. It was red and swollen. Suddenly I turned over and said, "Aren't you coming over to me too?" And Katarina said, "Go to her now." He pulled out of her and fell on top of me, completely hard. He grabbed my breast. It hurt so bad. I was ready somehow and came almost at once. Can you believe it? I was about to say, "Careful you don't get me pregnant" when he suddenly came. I felt it like never before in my life, the way he sprayed his seed into me. He gripped my shoulders and arched backward. I came over and over. Katarina lay on her side and watched and held him from behind. After he came, she took him in her arms and used his hand to make herself come. When she came, she screamed like a banshee. Then all three of us started laughing. We called to the other boy, who was sitting on the slope. His name was Peter. He came down, looking all confused and shivering despite the sunshine. Katarina unbuttoned his pants and started to play with him. And when he came, she took him in her mouth. He bent down and kissed her back. She turned around, took his head in both hands, and gave him her breast. The other boy got so excited that he and I started all over again. It was just as good as before. Then we went for a swim and parted ways. When I got home, Karl-Henrik was already back from town. We ate dinner and drank some red wine he'd brought. Then we had sex. It's never been as good, before or since. Can you understand that?