Four stars for all the works of art that I can't touch but have a great reputation, such as the perfume that I had a hard time consuming, the young Werther, the lover who was immediately dismissed by the so-called amazing opening, and the Kafka collection that I was nibbling on.
"The Horse of Turin" is the same for me. The lack of repetition and the beauty of the shots do not need to be repeated, but the so-called personal feelings of the theme have a general relationship with Nietzsche.
I watched it because of Nietzsche's gimmick, but Nietzsche originally only existed in the narration at the beginning. The so-called God is dead, isn't it Nietzsche's helpless verdict on the collapsed world order? It seems to me that what is always in the heart of all artists on the edge of talent is a fervent, raw, wild and unadorned love for the world, Dostoevsky is, Nietzsche is, Van Gogh is, Gogh is even more.
Returning to the film itself, the so-called seven days of destruction, the so-called survival predicament, must it rely on this extremely harsh external environment and boring real life to reveal and manifest it? On the contrary, the process of watching the movie aroused my memory of existentialism at that moment, and that moment suddenly descended into the heart, the strong disgust that could not be eliminated, the freedom that had no resistance to the order of reality, nor weakness, wouldn’t it be a more profound and fatal survival dilemma ? But even under such a calm shell and irresistible fate, you can still feel the vitality gushing in your blood and the never-ending light of thought. Because people have thoughts, every second carried by the body can be regarded as existence.
I did not watch the movie alone. After the screening, several audience members actively shared their insights, which sounded interesting, but I lacked that strong sense of being touched. Maybe because I was deeply troubled by existence as early as a few years ago, and I repeatedly consumed myself in the frenzy and anger, but what can people do? The parents of the body, you cannot easily destroy them. As long as one survives for a lifetime, as an ordinary person, one must obey the order of life, and in a truly harsh and painful environment, the beautiful but hurtful petals will not bloom easily. The discussion and comprehension of the meaning of existence is not the melancholy and feelings for a moment after drinking a glass of wine, but the confusion and sword in the world sober. My admiration for Somerset Maugham is precisely here, and he has reached the height of making jokes about life in simple terms.
I am far from being a senior fan of niche movies, and the hurried heavy rain in Guangzhou has also drowned me, making it impossible for me to immerse myself in watching movies leisurely and comfortably. People realize the worthlessness of life, and have an epiphany, but if they can turn around and float soberly above the glitz and hustle of the world after this vastness, they can have or lose, enjoy or cut off. This is my existentialism.
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