Parables are dangerous, Thomas didn't know it yet, a parable can sow the seeds of love. It was a beautiful encounter in the Prague countryside. The handsome and polite Thomas fell in love with Tressa, who was as refined and beautiful as a hibiscus, and this simple and innocent country girl also fell in love with this city man. Love came too suddenly, too violently and too conflicted. Thomas, an apprentice who "knows women better than brains", never lets women stay overnight in his house, but he will hold her hand and gently put his arms around Teresa and whisper, "Sleep in my arms. Well, like a baby, like a bird, like a whistle, like a whistle blowing a beautiful melody..." At that time I even believed that this man loved Teresa more than anything. But in the face of love and desire, he was always anxiously lingering in the blurred area on the edge, and he played the game of the body so skillfully that at that time I would rather think that he was a machine without any emotion. Hate and love, this kind of feeling is destined to be self-imprisonment. Later, when Thomas and Teresa settled in the Prague countryside, I found him the most charming. He chops wood and feeds the pigs with the slender fingers that used to carry scalpels, and waves to Tresa with the wheat mower in the field. I even admit that there was a heart-wrenching integrity in him when he crumpled the falsely contrived confession letter and threw it into the man's hat. It is this complex and conflicting human nature that makes this film incredibly fulfilling.
In fact, to be honest, my favorite is still Sabina, maverick and the pursuit of freedom. I even clearly remember the eclipsed look in her eyes after her lover told her that he had divorced his wife, and the next day, the building was empty. What she wants is absolute freedom. Maybe she already understands whether marriage is another constraint for her. She is smart, witty, calm and mature. Sabina, who always wears black underwear, likes a black bowler hat left by her grandfather's grandfather. The artistic temperament of a painter, the calmness of a critic and the delicate enthusiasm of a woman are blended in her. , and finally escaped resolutely for freedom. Such loyalty to myself even made me deeply admire.
This film was originally adapted from Milan Kundera's "The Unbearable Lightness of Life", a philosophical novel that I've always wanted to read but for some reason I haven't. Obviously Philip Kaufman put the main line on love, the emotional struggles in these people's hearts, and the multi-layered portrayal of humanity. And the historical event, that is, the Soviet invasion of Prague, which interfered with the "Prague Spring", was used as the background of the story, and it was also taken with a documentary-style black and white video. This kind of handling is excusable, it is a complicated history, and the politics involved may not be able to be carried by a movie. The unbearable lightness of life is originally an exploration and pursuit of individual life. Politics is only a tool for expression. As long as the purpose of portraying characters is achieved, it is a good literary film.
At the end of the film, they go to a tavern to dance in such a wild carnival, and when Tressa walks towards Thomas with affection and mischief, I would rather believe that this is a "princess and prince living happily ever after". Beautiful fairy tale. Drunk cloth shoes, slender footsteps, and finally his eyes fell on the "6" on the door. This was surprisingly consistent with the encounter at the beginning. Is this the eternal reincarnation that Milan Kundera has always emphasized. "In the world of eternal reincarnation, every move bears an unbearable burden of responsibility", including love and happiness.
The next morning, on a path surrounded by emerald green, the fog was hazy, everything was picturesque, and the long road could not be seen in the water vapor. "What are you thinking about?" "I'm thinking about how happy I am" How beautiful everything is, I was terrified, like a person who secretly predicted the future, hoping that the director would not expose death to the end of this beauty. Fortunately, they drove into a vast expanse of white and rested in peace.
One day they could not have predicted that the next day was waiting for them to die, the impermanence of life that sometimes seemed cruelly real. All the heavy and the frivolous, the unleashed that cannot be let go, the liberated and unliberated, all end with this.
Sometimes the so-called destined thing is the plot of continuous reincarnation, even if it is boring, it is still being staged. Physically and mentally exhausted, unable to stop, but in the slightest. Maybe this is their love.
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Picked from my blog, just wanted to share my feelings with you all.
Desperately want to read the original!
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