There, there is the sound of wind, rain, ocean waves, the wind chimes under the eaves, the pendulum of the wall clock, the sound of people humming tunes, the sound of broadcasting on the radio, the sound of trams walking and whistles...
When I was a child, in my home, a quiet In a small town, I am also the same, the perception of natural sounds is particularly high, birds and insects chirping, running water and breeze... because the environment is too quiet. So I am very emotional about the various sounds in the film. At that time my heart was blank, as if the sound of water had taken away the unpleasantness in my heart. Probably, that's what it meant by arranging for the hostess to marry into that town.
The long-term non-switching of shots often makes me mistakenly think that this picture is frozen. This way of expression is too lethal, especially after the death of the heroine's husband. So many long shots like this. There was a porch, a door and window where the sun came in, a clock on the wall, a lot of shoes at the door, and a certain decoration in the house. In the shooting of the sea and orbit, a lot of long lenses are used. It's like being in a daze, stunned, letting time go by like this, as if to relieve the pain that was suppressed in my heart. In fact, to forget the pain, the best is only time.
The whole film made me have difficulty breathing, and my repressed and forbearing life seemed to fade away under the ordinary life. However, at a certain time, such as when she returned to the cafe where she and her husband used to go, when she was looking into the glass of the printing and dyeing factory where her husband once worked, the children wanted to play with joy. When cycling, those memories will come like a tide. She just lowered her head silently.
So distressed. But in the end there was no answer. No one can give a reason for the death of my grandmother and the suicide of my husband.
The most bright and happy scene for me is that two children run forward hand in hand in a tunnel. Outside the tunnel is a lush forest, and the tunnel echoes with the children's silver bell-like laughter.
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