Ulysses' Gaze--Bystander Gaze and Thinking

Robin 2022-07-22 10:08:25

The protagonist is always like an observer who is not in the story. Everything that happens around him is sometimes related to him and sometimes irrelevant. The bystander represents staring. Like the scenery in the fog, it can also be regarded as an "epic road movie" in my classification.

Trapped in time all the time, unable to distinguish between the present and the past, it seems that he has another identity and can do anything before. The time changes suddenly, and you are caught off guard. High conviction equals total despair, and the two go hand-in-hand. God created travel first, then doubts and nostalgia, and that's how epics come about.

The Soviet Union was at least once brilliant, and it also influenced others. What about us? I lost myself and finally lost the influence of socialism, leaving the body of greed and profit. If Yipin really can't be read all at once, you need to settle, think, and start again; otherwise your mind can't keep up, and you will ignore many important things.

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Extended Reading
  • Daron 2022-03-20 09:02:48

    In the poetic white fog, there is an unreachable tomorrow, and the ruins on both sides of the road are the cruel and tragic past. The body was walking alone on the road, but when it arrived at the destination, the soul was already on the road. The origin of the movie was an age of peace and love, a time and space that I wanted to escape from, and it was the exit that radiated a faint light, and I could only keep alive by gazing at it.

  • Monroe 2022-04-21 09:03:17

    In fact, I seem to have watched this film several times on and off. A few days ago, I really wanted to watch the DVD on the big screen, but there were no subtitles. . . I broke down after watching it, and I was in unbearable menstrual cramps

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!