's "Days on the Clouds" is another masterpiece by a master. Often, the masterpieces of the masters are endowed with expectations that surpass the height of life, as if they want to pursue their souls to another world, so that the souls of the masters can continue to wander in this world where they need and cherish their memory. For the master, the work of sealing the mirror is as if the living who will become the dead are writing the last elegiac for themselves. Their desires, their desires to express, are stronger than ever. This is the preciousness that life gives them. the right to speak.
Days above the clouds, days above the
clouds, yes, days.
- Antonioni -
At this time, he seems more calm than ever. He is over eighty years old and can no longer speak, and relies on his wife to communicate with the executive director. If there is only one thing that makes us feel the urgency of his expression, it is that the whole film is a collection of stories, and there is too much to express. However, there was no urgency in his expression.
Its name reminds me of an ancient Chinese poem: When you walk to a place where the water is poor, sit and watch the clouds rise.
The masters of the East and the West did not experience the same ease.
Antonioni,
he is quiet, but not quiet, his stillness is not nothingness and nothingness, but a balance that is silently maintained by tension full of desire, just like the ancient city of Pompeii, which has been sleeping for thousands of years under the volcanic ash, the life accumulated in an instant. Power is forever against the dead silence after the eruption of Vesuvius. This is a war that will never end. Those who have stood in the ashes for thousands of years because of the volcanic eruption still maintain the actions and vivid expressions before the disaster. There is no life there, but desire has never disappeared. The narrative is loose, the plot is fragmented, but the desire is real.
He expresses his desires, and personally organizes funerals for them—those desires—that are not flamboyant, but to preserve the precious desires of human beings. No one knows better than him the abhorrence of too much desire and the terrible loss of desire.
I can't feel the shame and guilt of indulging in eroticism in those sensual pictures. Only when you see a fire burning on the water will you know the temperature of love between water and fire.
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