The beginning is a still shot, the carriage is coming from the end of the road, and the sound of the bell gradually becomes clear. The woman in the back seat is beautiful and indifferent. The crisp sound of the bell pierced the ears, it seemed to be a metaphor for sex. Severina struggled and begged all the time - this was the state she wished she was in. But there is no doubt that she got unparalleled pleasure in being flogged.
Sevrina, with light blond curly hair under the white sheets, woke up from her dream, with her gentle and handsome husband in front of her. They talk about happiness, but in two beds. Freud believed that dreams are self-performations of subconscious psychological phenomena. "Dreams are not groundless, meaningless, absurd, or the product of partly drowsy, partly awake meaning, but entirely meaningful spiritual phenomena. In fact, it is the fulfillment of a wish, which It can be said to be a continuation of the mental activity of a waking state, and it is the product of a highly intricate intellectual activity." (Freud's "The Interpretation of Dreams," Chapter 3)
So this seemingly indifferent middle-class lady is actually Has a strong libido. In a way, love and desire are separate. Anyone can feel lonely because they are alone at home all day long.
In the car, his girlfriend talked to her about a woman who was a prostitute and said, "Think about it, a woman like you and me has to pick up all the people, old, young, handsome, ugly. Even when you are in love with someone else, you do that kind of thing with strangers." When the driver said that this kind of brothel existed secretly, Sevrina's eyes were frozen, and there was nothing in it. I think that's when she made up her mind. Just like with Hassan, her reason hated such a man, but her heart did not resist.
Since then, she has become a beauty of the day. Just as Haruki Murakami's "South of the Border and West of the Sun" mentioned the "Siberian Depression": the farmer lived the same day day after day, and one day something suddenly died with a thud. So he threw down his hoe and walked westward without thinking of anything, west of the sun. She walked around without food or drink for several days, until she fell to the ground and died - she was tired of this kind of life and this kind of herself, so she chose to escape.
Buñuel's films have always been plotted, with clean shots. The first is the confectioner. At first Sevrina resisted and felt dirty. She burned the underwear touched by the fat and vulgar man, but she couldn't burn herself who was no longer clean. Once again she dreamed that she was being abused by her husband, tied up and thrown in the mud. The second time she went to the brothel, Sevrina was able to chat and laugh with her sisters, letting them take off their clothes. The professor is sanctimonious and psychopathic. He even took the whisk with him, along with the stethoscope, to Copenhagen. In the small hole, you can see that the man enjoys being reprimanded and trampled on according to certain procedures. The meatball-like Japanese carries a mysterious box that appears to be a bee. Another bell. Severina lay on the bed weakly, but her face was filled with an imperceptible smile intoxicated with violence. The fourth is the charming duke, obsessed with his wife's corpse, looking for girls everywhere to pretend, and recording the whole process. "The worms are biting you, the smell of lingering flowers is all over the house." There is a small detail here, it is still the coachman of the two opening scenes who takes Sevrina to the castle. It's a very clever hint.
After all this, Severina was willing to accept Pierre. No longer afraid or disgusted, she snuggled into her husband's arms, promising to love more every day. She dreamed again that she and Hasson had sex under the restaurant table, under her husband's nose.
Marcel with braces was the first to insist on asking her name. Clients usually ignore these, in their eyes, prostitutes are just tools. He fell in love with Daytime Beauty, with a teenage loyalty to his first love. Marcel rubbed Sevrina's fair legs with a dark red sock with a hole in it, childishly. She dreamed of ropes and gunshots.
Die on what you love. Marcel was shot dead in the road, while Pierre was in a wheelchair, blind.
It's not just the four obvious fragments that are dreams. The weird parts of the story are all dreams - Severina as a prostitute, various perverted guests, Pierre's paralysis. If the suggestion of the repeated appearance of the coachman is too secretive and too detailed, then at the end Pierre takes off his sunglasses and stands up to drink, and their lives are as usual, making it clear that it is all an illusion. There was a carriage passing by the window, and the bells were approaching, and the coachman was still the same two faces.
She is eloping with herself. Indulgence is immoral, but no one is not jealous. So Sevrina chose to fantasize in order to fall gracefully in the sun.
In fact, it takes courage to dream.
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