To be honest, when I watched it for the first time, I really didn't understand it. The film runs through four unrelated short stories, viewed from the perspective of a photographer. After watching it, I only said four words. , rather obscure.
"Falling into silence and darkness, in the darkness, reality can be lit, and in the silence, the voices of the outside world gradually seep in. I believe that there is a driving force in all things that drives me forward. It is the source of life, past and future, but we often stay in the present, and then deceive ourselves into thinking that we are changing in sync with the world. No progress. I'm not a philosopher, I'm just a person who understands images. Only when I'm shooting do I dig out the reality, photographing the appearance of things and magnifying them. I try to discover what's behind it. "This is what the narrator of the film says in the opening scene, and the film uses front and back shots to show what the world sees through the narrator's point of view. Originally the narrator looks through the window of the plane. Looking at the clouds and sky outside, and then an empty lens, showing the scene of clouds shrouded in the sky, the front of the lens is blurred, and the hazy beauty is faintly revealed.
My favorite is the first story. A pair of men and women who meet by chance, attract and adore each other, with the elegance and romance unique to the French. They were walking down the street together, he said he loved watching the sunset, and she said reservedly, speaking never becomes a part of you like a voice, like the sea, and in the end you can't hear it, because it has become a part of you that you keep listening to to the words. He expected her to try to keep him, but she didn't, she was proud. She hoped that he could take the initiative to come to her. He went back to the room disappointed. While she was looking forward to her sweetly, there was also a hint of disappointment. He decided to go to her room to find her. After opening the door, he hesitated. After a long time, he closed the door gently. He was having trouble falling asleep. The morning sun shines on the walnut floor, and the slightly radiant luster looks a bit lonely. He couldn't wait to knock on the door of her room, but he was so cautious, with an uncertain premonition. Yes, she has left. They have loved each other since that day, but they have never seen each other again. Two or three years passed, he wandered around, and she was transferred to another town to work. They meet again at the door of the cinema. He asked her why she left without saying goodbye that day, and she said she waited for him all night. When we are bewitched by a spell, we long to be dominated as slaves, and I am now dominated by your silence. There is always something that settles, like the grounds in a coffee cup. She refused his kiss. The sound of him closing the door stung her heart, her closed eyes so sad. He hesitated on the stairs, his self-esteem was hurt, and he chose to leave quickly, but he couldn't stand the cry of love and turned back. She didn't expect him to come back, and I think so did he. He stroked her eyes and lips, but refused to kiss her, as if in revenge, he just caressed her playfully, detached from her skin. When she was intoxicated, she suddenly got up and left. Her grief was indescribable, and she felt extremely cold as she hugged her naked body. She chased to the window to watch him leave, he looked up at her, the two looked at each other for a long time, but he still turned and left. A long shot represents her gaze watching him go away indifferently and sadly. He has always loved the girl he never had, perhaps because of her stupid arrogance, or because of the silence and ignorance of the city he lives in. When they could have and get each other, they deliberately gave up, because of inexplicable pride, and even because of "the ignorance and numbness of the city where they live". Idealists use their own standards to construct the perfection in their hearts, and take giving up as a way to permanent possession, but in fact this is still just an ideal.
The protagonist of the second story is a woman who is too beautiful, with a weak appearance, who actually stabbed her father thirteen times and killed him. She met the narrator, confessed everything under the staring gaze of this stranger, and took him back to the place where the crime happened. She accepted such a man who made her feel familiar and unfamiliar. After the two were extremely lingering, they were warm and indifferent, and finally said goodbye calmly. Interspersed in the middle is a touch of melancholy, but it is sad but not sad.
The third story tells about two couples who have an extramarital affair, and two people who were also abandoned in the end came together because of renting a house.
The fourth story is that a handsome man stumbles upon a beautiful woman, he pursues her madly, but the woman tells him that she is going to be a nun tomorrow. The story ended without a hitch.
Behind the Scenes "Behind every image, there is another who is more faithful to reality, and after that image there is another, and it goes on and on, until the absolute, unseen, enigmatic ultimate reality." The weak narrative, the fragmented plot, the seemingly non-existent main line, and the passing characters seem to constitute obstacles for us to appreciate this masterpiece. Don't believe any description, just watch, just watch quietly, even just for the picturesque photography. This film wants to express and pursue too much. All the insights of life are gathered into a seemingly simple encounter, but behind it is a poetic philosophical thought.
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