So excited last time, Kim Ki-duk's "Empty Room".
I can barely stand any art form now that comes close to life and common sense because it humiliates or wastes or degrades my IQ and I can't stand it. As Wang Xiaobo said: What I care about is the things behind life. as well as:
I firmly believe that the world that everyone sees should not be the world in front of them. The world in front of you is nothing more than eating, drinking, and sleeping. Is this enough? Also, I get angry when I see someone making something gross that insults people's intelligence, and I get mad when I see people preaching animalistic carnivals.
Even in the field of film and television, whether it is a TV series, a movie or a drama, I don't want to spend another second watching the beautified "eat, drink and Lazard". I admit that sometimes it relaxes my mind and body and prolongs my life. But it is very unfavorable for my artistic growth. And I predict that this low-animal imitation (low-high) has not lasted very long.
And this film is entirely a dialogue between the souls of two people. It dares to focus on realizing people's scattered consciousness points. It is not pioneering, but very brave.
I had to force myself to calm down so that the following expressions would not be ambiguous and run counter to my original meaning.
After the film review, I still have a lot of feelings. Generally speaking, I am like a child who is frightened by God, trembling with fear, but has been touched. The strongest I came to this conclusion:
From this almost completely abstract poetic film, I seem to see an artistic formula. As we all know, any subject in the natural sciences has its own basic elements, basic principles, and basic formulas. And in the corresponding social (humanities) discipline, at this moment, I call it art. In the field of art, however, there seems to be no one formula, one rule, one standard. Although it must exist. But based on people's artistic literacy and artistic aesthetics, most people cannot see this invisible art network, which is dense, orderly, and hierarchical (I am still firm, the theory of artistic inequality). And this video, until I saw the second half, I had the above feelings:
This is to take out all the forms of artistic expression, or in other words, all the art forms that use language and vocabulary as the carrier of expression, the core essence, first. This is not enough, and then we have to use these most essential shadows to create an anti-plot plot, an anti-story story, and an anti-stream of consciousness stream of consciousness. True love and death in the absurd.
I said before that my dream, that is, my highest vision for novels, is:
A novel written in poetry.
Anyone with a little writing experience or a sense of literature will know that novels, essays, and other literature are created with the brain. It's just that the density is different and the energy is different. Of course,
Philosophy, in which consumption is even more serious.
Poetry is condensed out of blood, and even requires life as the price, sacrificing oneself, committing suicide, and having a nervous breakdown to the extreme.
and together,
A novel written in poetry, a novel in which the joints, bones, and flesh and blood are made of poetry, even if you sacrifice yourself, you will not be able to get a delicate beginning.
Not to mention logic, plot, immortality
But this film at least shows the clues.
The creator may have no intention, and other audiences may not know it, but I, in the middle of the night, alone on the sofa, in the 21st century, just saw it.
It is a formula of the meaning of natural science in the field of art.
All art forms find their shadows in them, and that's not all. Because other works can also achieve intersection, but what I'm referring to here is:
most most
core
Poetic elements.
Literature, philosophy, aesthetics, psychology, film and television, drama, drama.
etc.
even religion.
I may still not express my original meaning, which is that I think many people still don't understand what I'm talking about. I'm completely desperate to let others know about me. This does not involve time and morality, reality and ideals. There are just too few people who have a common artistic perception. But at least this film gives me hope. How proud I am when I see black and white films from the 60s and 70s that fit my artistic aesthetic and artistic excitement countless times. I am not alone. And I'm fundamentally different from everyone else in that a lot of people are professionals and I'm an amateur. This misunderstands the film to a certain extent, but what a misunderstanding compared to what it inspired me!
Art Revelation.
I'm going to call it that.
So I don't read other people's comments at all, the compliments of those professionally anemic people. I want to keep this mysterious ignorance, to discover it with my own artistic perception, to decipher it, to distort it, but never to deviate from it. Even in its negation, complete it.
Watch it at least three times.
and,
I keep thinking of Duras,
Remember Lauer.
I would also like to admire the bravery of the creator, who even limited the emotional means of music, which can cheat to a certain extent, and arranged it in a terrifying and eerie tone. This is equivalent to the majority of the audience who love to cry. Just stay like me, lonely, dark night.
When will we be able to engage in art without hesitation?
So shocked.
Shock.
Mayakovsky is at least emotional,
And all the poems here,
Total contempt for emotion,
contempt for death,
contempt for reason.
because he himself is
Emotions, death, cold reason.
France,
So romantic.
I'm coveting you again, my poor art lover.
and,
Art that is not thought-provoking and revelatory is despicable art that is not painfully suspicious and accompanied by disgust in the appreciation of art
Of course it can and must exist (just like those passive voice art materials, healthy and long-lived walking dead)
But it is vile,
There is no doubt about that.
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