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The question of whether God exists or not
Unique 2021-11-13 08:01:25
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Vallie 2021-11-13 08:01:25
Give Tarkovsky a stinking ditch, he can photograph the history of past civilizations, give Tarkovsky a glass, he can photograph the future universe, give Tarkovsky an empty room, and he let time dwell I left it for now, I filmed "Stalker" three or four times, and God didn’t want it to be finished.
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Eryn 2021-11-13 08:01:25
#重看#4.5; There are philosophical debates full of inquiries, almost as Tarkovsky’s in-depth analysis of religion, art, and technology (referred to by the three protagonists) in all directions, and may be his most infiltrating One time inside; you can also see or imagine the process of shooting like a monk. The natural landscape under the erosion of industry/nuclear radiation tends to be destroyed, human beliefs are precarious, and they are unable to control emotions. The old tower is too ambitious, and almost every point touches the essence of existence. Defining the doomsday-like ruin space as a "zone" is not only a place where the holy and fools (sages) live and hope, but also the projection area of human hearts and spirits, and a holy place for the sorrowful. It fluctuates from time to time, like water. Waves (also the image of a large amount of water/rain/milk) are invisible and shapeless, it absorbs and carries false hopes, and the alert reminds the existence of the boundary, which needs to be felt with the soul. There are too many famous scenes—moving cups, the vibration of the first and last trains, sand dunes, slow-moving long mirrors, rain in the house, dogs in the distance.
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Stalker's Wife: You know, Mama was very opposed to it. You've probably already guessed, that he's one of God's fools. Everyone around here used to laugh at him. He was such a wretched muddler. Mama used to say: "he's a stalker, a marked man, an eternal jailbird. Remember the kind of children stalkers have." I didn't even argue. I knew all about it, that he was a marked man, a jailbird. I knew about the kids. Only what could I do? I was sure I'd be happy with him. I knew there'd be a lot of sorrow, but I'd rather know bitter-sweet happiness, than a grey, uneventful life. Perhaps I invented all this later. But when he come up to me and said: "Come with me", I went. And I've never regretted it. Never. There was a lot of grief, and fear, and pain, but I've never regretted it, nor envied anyone. It's just fate. It's life, it's us. And if there were no sorrow in our lives, it wouldn't be better, it would be worse. Because then there'd be no happiness, either. And there'd be no hope.
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Stalker: In the Zone, the longer way, the less risk.