If the film is obscure, the reason is not that it is obscure in its expression, but that what it talks about is obscure.
What we are talking about here is not essentially a certain kind of "beauty" - not some kind of concrete meaning or meaning of beauty (for example, it is not expressing some kind of "courage, integrity, kindness, purity, justice, struggle, etc." Such a capture will only fail.
What we are talking about here is: "beauty".
"Beauty, what is..." and what mystery is said here? - It is "beauty" Talk about something in itself. (It's the opposite of saying "what is beauty." Empty definitions don't help, people might as well look through the dictionary to see what new ideas about beauty are.)
If the film was made " Beautiful", indeed, but its deliberately glorified brush strokes are just to convey the existence of a "beautiful" thing, thus showing that what it is talking about is about a "beautiful" thing. If people To make a judgment to explain what kind of beauty it expresses is still far from the topic. For example, putting women's struggle, spontaneous awakening and destruction, etc. here, is nothing more than a strong emphasis on the original blurred background. Delineate it for self-focusing and interpretation. But the smoother the interpretation, the more the original words are obscured. ——When
a person bumps into the fog, his pupils will dilate and try to distinguish the foreground object, and this kind of Discrimination is often nothing more than a compulsive search for clues about the familiar things they think and see on a daily basis. The results are of course predictable, but how can they not be found? If the artist's expression is close to that thing, then you get a stubborn misunderstanding that looks alike but all the details are out of place. That's why the artist has to do a lot of bokeh just to protect what he's really expressing.
Going back to the film, some girls disappear on a cliff . And this happened more than 100 years ago.
Disappeared out of nowhere? What's the reason for that? ...what does it mean to disappear like this? ...is it great or small? Is it the power of self-awakening, or is it weak and powerless? Is it the result of nature, or is it a supernatural force? - All this - is it brilliance? Or gloomy? Is it a cry? Or dying? ——In
this way, people react to what they see and hear from the way they are familiar with daily life and the surroundings they look at, which is quite reflected in the film.
If I ask, why does a woman, a beautiful woman, have to be beautiful and admirable in combination with the traditional confinement of resistance and collision, devotion to nature, the will to power to achieve destruction, etc.? Why judge from her behavior? - Of course, there are many reasons. If I may generalize, it is only because generally we see only the so-called (in fact only seconds) "personalized individual" manifested through actions and wills, and what is meant by this sliced individual of a few seconds? The existence of dependent "people" is unaware, even during the long individual life.
How to point out the existence of such a being? Where does its distinctive existential icon come from? ——The sight of the film lingers on a past event a hundred years ago, and locks on the word: disappear: disappear out of thin air.
Imagine this:
You wake up one morning to the surprise that everyone you know has died overnight, silently and silently.
Family, lovers, relatives, friends, pedestrians on the street, strangers... - for a time, it seems that everyone has left you. How did it happen? Where did it go? - but only you are left.
Things can't be explained, and you don't know what's going on. All this has now become the biggest fog in front of you, shrouded in all around you.
However, please tell me, what is the most urgent thing, what you want to know, what you care about the most, what hurts you the most—in your heart, what is the most important thing?
But it's not over yet. A long century has passed.
One morning, a hundred years later, you finally meet the new humans (it's strange why you're not dead) - a young and energetic exploration team from outside the mountains and through the canyon to your residence. At that moment, you were half lying on a rattan chair outside the house, on the grass not far from you, and a song recorded more than a century ago came from a dilapidated audiophile. The fractures are like fragments, filled with nebula-like flickering pops, and from time to time they fall into a brief suffocation, like the night sky, as if they disappeared out of thin air. It's also thanks to your careful backup and protection all year round. The arrival of the exploration team made you feel extremely shocked, and suddenly woke up from the mysterious and distant trivia, and there were still tears on your face from the distant time. The prospectors immediately noticed and took these tears as their most comforting welcome, rushing joyfully and valiantly into your stunned eyes as they did in the Grand Canyon. To tell the truth, you have imagined countless times what kind of hug it would be, but it did nothing to help you deal with the violence of this moment: as if yesterday had reappeared, as if time had gone back a hundred years, and You are standing in the place like a pillar of Manon cast over a thousand years. What's even more unexpected is that the enthusiasm of the team members is far beyond your imagination: they flock to you, in fact, they flock to everything about you! —You, your lawn, your fever stereo, your house, oh! Even your spirit, your memory, your history, your words... everything about you, they all love, want, and want to know. You suddenly find that they seem to be the most caring, closest, and most interested people you've ever met in your life, a passion far beyond your distant relatives. And in all of this all that belongs to you, what makes everyone generally serious and serious is:
what is hidden behind the catastrophe? ...
"In that case, let them have a big fight over there! I hope everyone can find what they want and go home."
——Through the foggy screen, the calmness of the vanishing Miranda Look straight through.
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