Overall, this is a fable, expressing abstract ideas isolated from real situations. However, the details of everyday life presented in the film fascinated me.
The story begins with the narration that Nietzsche met the horse of Turin, hugged the horse and cried bitterly, collapsed, and went mad for ten years. So the groom drove the carriage home in the strong wind. The long shot of the horse walking through the fog for five minutes is very moving. The hair on the horse is wet with the fog. The background music keeps repeating the same melody, and this melody is repeated throughout the whole film. The same strong wind rages the whole film until Last scene.
After the groom returned home, the horse refused to pull the cart without food or drink, and the groom and his daughter were trapped at home by the strong wind for six days. These six days are like the reverse process of the six days of God's creation. On the fourth day, they lost water (the well dried up), and on the fifth day they lost light (the oil lamp was broken, the stove was extinguished), and finally they were in a desperate situation.
Every day, my daughter wakes up, puts on seven or eight layers of clothes, and goes out to the well to fetch water; she goes home and puts on layers of clothes for her father who goes out to work (his right hand is broken). Father's breakfast was two glasses of spirits, and then he went out for a horse. After Ma refused, the father returned to the room and changed out of the layers of clothes he had worn for work and put on clothes at home. The daughter boiled water to wash clothes and boiled two potatoes. Then each of them ate a hot potato every day: the father dipped it in a little salt, ate it quickly, and went to the window to watch the wind; the daughter ate it thoughtfully and slowly. Then it gets dark, then sleep. Their daily life seems to be like this, getting up, fetching water, drinking, going out, eating potatoes, watching the wind, and sleeping.
The film uses long shots to faithfully and meticulously record the whole process of doing these things every day in these six days: getting up, fetching water, drinking, watching horses, eating potatoes, and looking out the window. Repeat this for six days. When eating potatoes, how does my father peel off the skin of the hot potatoes with his hands, how to smash the potatoes, quickly pick up the hot potatoes and stuff them into his mouth, blowing continuously, sprinkle salt, and lick his fingers.
Their monotonous life of eating a potato a day looks very poor and hopeless. But I felt comfort and satisfaction from it. How happy it is to eat a potato every day, imagine that these potatoes are growing in the ground at the same time, and then we eat it on different days, like a kind of space to time projection. Everyday life is like the stone house they live in, so strong in the wind, they can safely look through the window at the storm outside. This is probably the comfort of daily life.
This kind of solace may be the opium and cage of the spirit, so the fables told in the film take away these daily life bit by bit, first there is no water, no wine, and finally no fire, so in the last scene, the father can only eat Raw potatoes. The horse in the story seems to recognize the reality from the very beginning, not eating or drinking, and living toward death.
During the period, a wine buyer came and told them that God is dead and the town has been blown away by the wind. Then came a group of gypsies who tried to get water from their wells and gave their daughter a religious book. Yet father and daughter do not seem to accept God or that God is dead, but cling to their water, wine, and potatoes. After the well dried up, they tried to move, the daughter pushed the cart, the father led the horse, and gave up halfway, trapped in the stone house of life forever.
On the last day, the wind finally stopped, the movie finally came to this, I don't know what will happen after that.
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