Ulysses' Life Gaze

Abigail 2022-04-19 09:02:45

About 20 years ago, I rented a VCD of this film from a disc store in a late spring, and watched it all night. It was like a trip that started slowly in the Styx River, which changed my understanding of the film... An Zhe When Luo was alive, he always felt that there was a father-like elder on the other side of the earth, guiding me how to see the world. Countless times of silence, looking up and leaning over, I am excited by the devotion in my heart... I am moved by these, these sluggish times, with its hour-hand sword piercing the silent nerves of objects... The fog-maker , the author of the beekeeper, the yellow poncho, and the giant statue went away in an unnamed bus, but those gazes about life were left forever by time.

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Extended Reading
  • Leonor 2022-04-21 09:03:17

    Borrowing from the culture of the Balkans, the story of Odysseus returning home in ancient Greek mythology to mirror each other with the characters who were looking for the three rolls of film, there are vast thoughts about the country, hometown, relatives, and ideology, and the way to express these ——For example, after panning without any jumping shots, a story in another time and space begins, and memories or imaginations are for you to discover by yourself. The nearly ten-minute ballroom long shot brings out the changes in five years, just like a dream, played by the same woman. Women who have emotional entanglements with "Odysseus"... I don't know what to say, An Zhe really doesn't underestimate the audience and doesn't take care of them.

  • Amani 2022-04-24 07:01:23

    Watched "The Interrupted Waltz" in Zou's narrative class. A is Odysseus, in pursuit of the "first gaze" that represents home, while recalling his own life and thirst for love in Balkan reality

Ulysses' Gaze quotes

  • A: I didn't expect to see you suddenly, I guess... For a moment, I thought I was dreaming of you... Like I did all these past years... Do you remember the railway station?... You were shivering in the rain, like now... The wind was blowing hard... I was going away, but I meant to come back soon... And then I got lost, wandering along strange routes... If I could stretch out my hands, I would touch you... And time will be held again... But something is holding me back... I wish I could tell you I'd return... But something is holding me back... The journey isn't over, not yet!

  • A: Good night, good night... Parting is such sweet sorrow... that I shall say good night, till it be tomorrow... sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breasts... would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest... Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell... his help to crave, and my dear hap to tell!