naturalistic imperfect

Alec 2022-03-23 09:01:53

Disappointed.

I saw the shadows of Kenloch and Malik, but neither side was further drawn and extended. The images and music are not integrated, and the editing is inaccurate. Only photography is worth affirming. Photography is truly naturalistic, but the soundtrack and editing constantly destroy the breath and aftertaste of the shots, and lose some potential possibilities. It is even more impossible to form an audio-visual stream. The use of the soundtrack is very redundant and useless. The director wants to use this lyrical music to mobilize the inside part of the audience, but it actually disrupts the order of the audio-visual system. Especially when photography has truly captured nature and other departments are still lagging behind.

Another obvious contradiction is that except for the heroine McDormand, they are all amateur actors, and the heroine is a visitor, so that the audience cannot really enter this crowd, even if the camera is posted close enough, you will not May feel their feelings. No matter how good McDormand's performance is, she is in conflict with this system with the largest proportion of amateurs. It is reflected in the audience's consciousness. For example, I clearly know that she is not a nomad, she is the Oscar queen, she is an actor. And when you see other amateur actors who use their real names as their character names, the hedge is there, and they don't even need to act because that's their life. That's why if McDormand is acting with a group of professional actors, I won't jump out of the film and say she is an actor, so the best way to solve it is to find a non-professional actor to play the heroine, so as to meet the this situation.

Or, the director can even reflect her feelings towards this objective crowd (the so-called people who have to go on the road) in the form of a documentary.

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Nomadland quotes

  • Swankie: I'm gonna be 75 this year. I think I've lived a pretty good life. I've seen some really neat things kayaking all of those places. And... You know, like a moose in the wild. A moose family on the river in Idaho and big white pelicans landed just six feet over my kayak on a lake in Colorado. Or... Come around a bin, was a cliff and find hundreds and hundreds of swallow nests on the wall of the cliff. And the swallows flying all around and reflecting in the water. So it looks like I'm flying with the swallows and they're under me, and over me, and all around me. And little babies are hatching out, and eggshells are falling out of the nest, landing on the water and floating on the water. These little white shells. That was like, it's just so awesome. I felt like I've done enough. My life was complete. If I died right then, at that moment, would be perfectly fine.

  • Fern: Bo never knew his parents, and we never had kids. If I didn't stay, if I left, it would be like he never existed. I couldn't pack up and move on. He loved Empire. He loved his work so much. He loved being there, everybody loved him. So I stayed. Same town, same house. Just like my dad used to say: "What's remembered, lives." I maybe spent too much of my life just remembering, Bob.