It's a desperate film, just like the second time I saw it, all the feelings, all the connections that people or objects can have, are questioned by the empty lens in the surrounding space and time. I stumbled, and in this suffocating one hundred and twenty minutes, I gradually saw a door I was facing, in my corroded and remnant life.
From Antonioni's Eclipse, the only thing you can get is the standing city and the desolation of the soul in the fullness of humanity, as
Eliot's verse in The Waste Land:
"What are the roots that clutch, what branch grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You can not say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives bo shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock)
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
Do you still care about the plot, do you still care about the construction of the camera, and do you still believe that there is love in the movie? Or you don't think of it as a movie from the beginning, but a painting, which can have no color, no ink, or even no object. It does not make any extension of time and space, but stands still. , you're totally responsible for how you feel, then you'll end the movie with a sigh of relief instead of being so brutally at the mercy of it.
Monica Vitti is in every scene, you will ask if she is still alive, every free look, wanton movement, and the connection between people and things in the surrounding scenes seem to always freeze in cold sadness. Is she really looking for something on purpose?
In that room full of books and hung with modernist paintings, she made meaningless movements, fiddling with the frame, as if she was about to suffocate at the next moment.
His reluctant boyfriend kept asking
"You don't love me anymore, don't you want to get married?
"I do not know either"
"When did you stop loving me"
"do not know"
"real?"
"Yes"
"Then tell me why, there must be a reason"
"I really do not know"
Searching for an obsessive mother in the stock market and encountering Alain Delon's dashing lover, whether they're in love, yes or no, seems like a no-brainer.
Loneliness is a word born of loneliness. Love at first sight eliminates the helpless feeling of time, and eventually falls into loneliness. The fleeting passion, the fiery kiss, seemed to have never existed when it left, only a moment of determination and a never-quiet heart.
People are at the mercy of space, which breeds all kinds of emotions and souls. How can they make choices when time is oppressed by the slow down of feelings? Constant encounter, experience, pick up, discard.
Panic because of the oppression of incomprehensible, free because of the trance of memory, what did you miss? Is it the strange serenity that moves with the screen for more than seven minutes at the end, or is it rooted in the fear of existence itself in our hearts.
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