Sure enough, I couldn't bear the weight of Tarkovsky's films. The analysis was impossible, because every shot was extremely private and free, and every shot could be analyzed infinitely. Tarkovsky uses music, poetry, black and white and color completely freely. Fragmented shots are randomly spliced, showing the continuity of memory and consciousness, the appearance and concealment of characters, the distance and nearness of the lens, and the extension of space. Alienation and closeness and focus, the presence and absence of words, the empty scene, the scene, the wind, everything is like a wonderful dream, but that is Tarkovsky's real and delicate thoughts , the unfolding picture of emotion and memory. This movie cannot be approached easily, it is too lonely, people may be lost and at a loss after watching it, there is only a long silence, only a kind of mental stagnation with nowhere to concentrate, maybe a kind of no object sexual concentration. Perhaps, this is Tarkovsky, who deduces the beauty of loneliness to the point of suffocation, but also makes people extremely free, relieved and detached.
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