美しきもの

Fabiola 2022-11-13 05:12:35

If you haven't read the novel, just push down the movie. If you insist that it's not good, it can be considered a fine film (no).

The film is about a musician named Gustav, who came to Venice for a vacation because of a medical condition. He met a beautiful young man and fell into a daze...

Of course, you can understand half of it. Gustav's name is the profession of a musician. , the search for the origin of beauty and art in the film (a character similar to a friend often debates some fantasy art issues with him, and from the back, it feels like a character separated by the protagonist), the protagonist fails to direct the new work, the youngest daughter The plot of the death and Ma Wusi who appeared many times in the BGM all insinuate Mahler himself.

Of course, I actually don't understand the rhythm of the director (or the original author) who has to make a guy who is basically a straight man in history, but think about it carefully, the existence of a beautiful boy should still express the protagonist, or In a big way, it can be regarded as the extensive aesthetic pursuit of more human beings who are conscious of the "form of beauty".

Rather, the film tells the story of a middle-aged person who goes out of his way to get involved. It is better to say that it is some kind of: frustration in life - the form of beauty that you are looking for is not recognized by most people (it is true that the ghost crying and wolf howling when Ma Wuyi comes up is also quite scary) will eventually be transformed into the art of the ultimate form of consciousness Harmony's pursuit - the ultimate spiritual pursuit and a life that has no cure, let's just give up the process of treatment.

Of course, I think that the debate between the friend who is suspected to be the protagonist and the protagonist is very interesting, and I can study it more carefully when I have time.

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Death in Venice quotes

  • Gustav von Aschenbach: I remember we had one of these in my father's house. The aperture through which the sand runs is so tiny that... that first it seems as if the level in the upper glass never changes. To our eyes it appears that the sand runs out only... only at the end... and until it does, it's not worth thinking about... 'til the last moment... when there's no more time left to think about it.

  • Gustav von Aschenbach: You know sometimes I think that artists are rather like hunters aiming in the dark. They don't know what their target is, and they don't know if they've hit it. But you can't expect life to illuminate the target and steady your aim. The creation of beauty and purity is a spiritual act.

    Alfred: No Gustav, no. Beauty belongs to the senses. Only to the senses.