The editing logic of the mirror is the same as that of poetry

Ernestina 2022-03-22 09:02:17

This film is a collection of almost all of Tarkovsky's aesthetics, sculpting time, exploring the love shared by human nature, long shots... The film intends to combine the personal life experience of human beings with the heavy memories of the world, looking for some kind of Divine commonalities, Tarkovsky believed they were homogeneous: mothers waiting for her husband's return, mothers hurriedly changing typographical errors during the Great Purge, people displaced in the Spanish Civil War, Soviet hot air balloons, victory in the Great Patriotic War, World War II The Soviet army crossing the lake, the children who joined the army, the parents fighting for their custody, the stubbornness of the mother when I was a child, the dispute between China and the Soviet Union on the treasure island, the conflict with my wife, the bird that fell on the child's head, the protagonist released the bird before he died ...Just knowing that these things are happening in the world, I feel shaken, just knowing that these emotional flows exist objectively, and the emotions of human groups and individuals echo in the empty universe and history... No response, God does not exist, Even if there is silence, I feel: this is a great movie. The director's eyes seem cold and mysterious, but they are hot and flickering. There is great compassion in it. Tarkovsky potentially tells us that human beings have mutual love. possible.

Tarkovsky's editing logic is the same as that of poetry, and the same as long literary sentences, especially the scene, from childhood memories to talking about the misery of second-generation Spanish immigrants to the Spanish Civil War, to hot air balloons, to flipping the Renaissance Son of art books, this clip is fascinating.

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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.