Just like the old song "I don't understand", this is a work by Ingmar Bergman in 1957. A lot of symbols and metaphors in the film are similar to those of Werner Herzog. The difference is that The latter are more obscure. But "Wild Strawberry" is by no means a "good kind" that allows you to easily eat popcorn and enjoy a good time at home. Professor Isaac Bolger, the "honorable idiot", because of excessive aging, Forgetfulness, paranoia, and many strange dreams, the absurdities of which include Kafka's beetles, Henry Miller's ravings, Don Quixote's dreams, and even Alek in Anthony Burgess' A Clockwork Orange The shadow of unforgivable sin. There is not a single line of dialogue that can be easily ignored, not a single expression that can be ignored, not even a single scene that can be ignored carelessly. Every indeterminate trill of a word, every move of a lip, a forbearance of every facial expression, every veiled and painful smile—there is content. The old servant who has served the old Isaac for 40 years will be excited like a young girl in her heart because of the sentence "Let's call each other's name in the future", but she still talks about her unchanging benevolence and morality and insurmountable for more than 70 years; The conversation between Isaac and his daughter-in-law in the car almost pushed him to the brink of hysteria. As for even his own son "hating" himself, I will never forget the expression on his face when he heard this. If it is shock and anger, I can totally understand it. Old Isaac just widened his eyes for a moment and turned left and right. After two clicks, he continued to be expressionless and speak softly, which was too painful. He tried to find out how his son and daughter-in-law felt about him, "selfish, extremely arrogant, headstrong, disguised with old-fashioned politeness and charm, and under your kind exterior, your heart is as hard as iron..." All these naked The accusations can be delivered with a completely genuine smile - I'm surprised she doesn't hate him. Old Isaac squinted sideways, frowned slightly, and parted his lips slightly to show that he didn't care—that's awesome. In fact, when he admits that he is wrong with a sad face, it actually means that he doesn't really care. . . . . .
On the morning of January 1, on the empty streets, old Isaac lost his way. Desolate and desolate. Lonely street lights and bare tree trunks, the shop sign is a pair of eyes that look like "God" under the clock without hands. Old Isaac nervously took out his pocket watch - the same no pointer, the bright sun made him a little dizzy, old Isaac leaned back against the wall, the shock is self-evident, this old pocket watch is just Like his life, I don't know when it will end. Maybe there is no end to it. The so-called life is just a constant cycle of reincarnation. The needless repetition makes the clock lose the need for hands - those are meaningless, only the central axis. The never-ending, unknown turning is the way of eternity. What followed was even more bizarre. Inside was a mysterious man with tiny eyes and an ugly face. When he turned around, he turned into a pool of blood in an instant, as if he had stood there just to wait for old Isaac to pat him on the shoulder. . Two heavily armed black horses slowly moved forward with a coffin, their mechanical persistence broke the wooden wheels, and the coffin slipped down. Those hands attracted the attention of old Isaac, he grabbed the old Isaac's The two damn hands are holding on to their lives, are they asking for redemption or are they pulling old Isaac to die together? No one can tell, behind the expressionless face is the hidden fear.
When old Isaac tried to tell his daughter-in-law about the unreliable dream he had last night, he got a happy answer of "I'm not interested in dreams". He muttered to himself and pretended to be calm. humming a little tune out of tune - I laughed a little sadly.
An old man who is so old may be a little sad, a little tired, a little sad, and he has lost all his desires. In the end, it is not death that he can't let go, but the strawberry field that he played with in his childhood and was frivolous when he was young. There was his first love, which carried all his joys and disappointments. Like a lovely and pitiful child, he tried to share his childhood and his unhappiness with others, but no one listened. Little cousin Sarah is always so young and inviolable in memory, even in a dream, his "can't" caused the tragedy that he thought, and he didn't want his son to "repeat his father's mistakes", and he didn't understand it unexpectedly. , the pain pierced his right hand like an unexpected nail on the wall, and against the background of white clouds on the glass, his heart was bleeding. All his consolations were fantasies and glorified memories—Sarah, full of golden sunlight, stepped on the strawberry field, smiling. In the dream, there is a jury with a numb expression, absurd exams, no specimen can be seen in the microscope, only one's own eyes can be seen, words that cannot be read, a female patient diagnosed with death suddenly begins to laugh wildly, a wife who has been dead for 30 years The charges and the upcoming "confrontation", the verdict on "dereliction of duty, hypocrisy, recklessness, selfishness, disrespect" - a lifetime of loneliness.
The film is very warm at the end, it is still a dream, old Isaac saw Sarah running towards him in the sun, saying something like "the wild strawberries have been eaten", and said to her, "I can't find my parents. Now, she dragged his hand, just like when she was a childhood sweetheart, across the strawberry field full of sunlight, and saw her parents who were several decades younger than her. At that moment, what he saw should be something similar to eternity. s things. . . . Sarah walked away lightly.
The so-called life, the so-called time, the so-called desire, the so-called redemption. It's just a strawberry field. (8.17)
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