I'll try to translate "Bonedog" too, because it makes me want to cry

Maegan 2022-03-21 09:02:33

I saw the short comment that it is inappropriate to classify this film as a "thriller", but I think there is still some truth in it. Entering the spiritual world of others by mistake is like breaking into a river of another world, with turbulent waves everywhere. The rapid flow dominates and engulfs everything, and the madness and confusion endured by individuals are beyond the reach of films generally labeled as "thriller".

It's called "Bonedog".

In addition to the madness, retrospect, and confusion of the narrative (time passes through every particle like a turbulent flow), the signs of breaking into the spiritual world of others, there are also repeated longing and awareness, watching people as intruders being discovered and driven, even To be displayed and slaughtered, the meaning of horror here is similar to the most flavorful part in "A Midsummer Night's Fright"; this kind of gaze that appears many times in the film is calling the viewer's choice, which is to be tempted to become that

Bonedog dirty

Coming home is terrible

whether the dogs lick your face or not

whether you have a wife

or just a wife-shaped loneliness waiting for you

Coming home is terrible lonely

so that you think of the oppressive barometric pressure

back with you have just come from with fondness

because everything's worse once you're home

You think of the vermin clingling to the grass stalks

long hours on the road, roadside assistance and ice creams

and the peculiar shapes of certain clouds

and silence with longing, because you did not want to return

Coming home is

just awful

And the home-style silence and clouds

contribute to nothing but the general malaise

Clouds, such as they are, are in fud suspect

and made from a different material than those you left behind

You yourself were cut from a different cloudy cloth

returned, retained

ill-met by moonlight

unhappy to be back, slack in all the wrong spots

seamy suit of clothes, dishrag-ratty, worst

You return home

moon-landed, foreign is like an alien landed on the moon

The Earth's gravitation pull

an effort now redoubled

dragging your shoelaces loose

and your shoulders

etching deeper the stanza of worry on your forehead

You return home deepened

a parched well linked to tomorrow

by a frail strand of

anyway cycle

You sigh into the onslaught of identical days

one might as well, at a time

Well okay

anyway, you're back

The sun goes up and down like a tired whore

The weather immobile like a broken limb

while you just keep getting older

Nothing moves, but the shifting tides of salt in your body

Your vision blurs

You carry your weather with you

the big,blue whale

a skeletal darkness

You come back

with X-ray vision

your eyes have become a hunger

You come home with your mutant gifts

to a house of bone

Everything you see now

All of it

bone is bone

When reading "with X-ray vision", the female protagonist's eyes have become a kind of X-ray that crosses the screen, with a sharp sense of perspective, no wonder the male protagonist said "you are good at reciting"; this poem and Most of the plot and atmosphere in the film can be echoed - the dog, the ice cream, the long drive, you and your climate are inseparable, going home - it is a perfect embellishment and main axis

It can be known from the later part of the film that this poem is from "Rootten Perfect Mouth" and is signed EVA HD

I like her poems very much, here only refers to "Bonedog"

There are many games of words and pictures in the film, and the terrible here and the hand stretched out behind are undoubtedly a perfect echo, which reminds me of "What Remains of Edith Finch"

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