A desperate film.
The film tells the story of three Yankees who went to the French colony. The French don't like it, and the locals don't like it either. What's more desperate is that these three people are also good-looking, each with their own little 99.
The film can be described in terms of its superficial features. The post-war reflection, the conflict between the civilized world and the primitive world, love, disease, death, new life, leaving, is a serious didactic that makes people cherish time. I think this may be the reason why this film is dubbed a big boring film by the world. Compared with the other more famous films, this one is a lot more obscure, but it is by no means difficult to understand.
This is a film that begins with despair. The enthusiasm that has just set foot on the new continent has not had time to dissipate, it is just a quarrel. From the quarrel in the hall to the room, the tension in the relationship between Kit and Port to the fact that even restraint does not erupt in a non-private environment, it's so simple, it can't be done. Depressed music, depressing tone, depressing quarrel and rushing out, depressing feelings that no one has the courage to believe except myself. Here, from the perspective and sight of KIT and PORT respectively, I am heartbroken and regretful.
Different from the passion, strength, pursuit and perseverance, belief and fanaticism of this director in another three-player "Dream of Paris", "The Sheltered Sky" is a lifeless sense of powerlessness. Everyone is independent and inaccessible. The distance between people is infinitely enlarged, and the closer they are, the more difficult it is to narrow the distance. The most integrated role in the film turned out to be Ma Bao, a boy, a mother and a son. It is obvious how disgusting this kind of dependence is in real life, and even the intimacy of mother and child cannot resist this disgusting feeling. What's more, if one person's heart is completely attached to another person, one cannot doubt the other person's heart like one's own. In order to fill the rift, Port worked so hard to engage in a war of wild harmony, but it was nothing more than throwing the relationship into the abyss and destroying his own will. There's never been a more tragic sex, a bottomless pit of great anticipation and failure, and Port is crushed.
In addition to the irreparable relationship with Kit that caused Port to be crushed, the mysterious raw sex that was seduced was also a fuse. Sex "for money" is more out of desire for beauty than desire for mating. It is also because of this adventurous sex that Port goes deep into the primitive society, gets rid of the values of civilization, and follows irrationality and soul. It's just that the outbursts of these feelings were so violent and sensitive that Kit seemed dull and stupid. I didn't catch this little heart that fell from the sky in time. It fell to pieces.
Perhaps without the contagion, Port would not have died. Death seems like a high-sounding reason to leave. Has been forced into a dead end, there are only two ways left, leaving and death. Leaving is a little less persistent and must, and only death can prove his love.
Death is proof of Port's love, and Kit is finally convinced of it. But people can't be resurrected from the dead, she can only desperately long to be saved, to redeem. Unfortunately, she failed.
Although the old man in the film only appeared a few times, he was criticized for being too preachy. Who was Bertolucci trying to tell through the old man's mouth? Just to remind the world? Maybe that world includes himself. What else can we do otherwise? The dead are gone, the living are gone. In the face of the permanent separation of death, it is still impossible to make a decision to give up life, let alone the relationship with the elusive human beings. And the old man who is difficult to be like the living, besides reminding everyone to cherish it, what else can he do?
It's a pity that Bertolucci still watched the audience highly.
But can all this change? No death, no superfluous people. There are no cracks that can be repaired. There is no earthly immortality that cannot fall to dust. There are only blind alleys that even if you pretend to be free and easy, you can't pretend to be invisible.
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