Mirror movie plot
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Ernie 2022-01-07 15:52:59
The flashbacks of black and white and color represent the cruelty of war and reality, and are like mirror images of each other. The world is mirrored and illusory. Spiral of contradictions, unresolved knots. No one takes you back in time, no one to accompany you to grow old, and there is so much sadness in the mirror.
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Lizzie 2022-03-27 09:01:13
11th BJIFF No.25@World City Broadway. Ta's private films buried his mother's past, his father's poems, and his most core images and most intimate emotions. In order to prove the immortality of the mother, he discovered that time can be carved. Memory constitutes the essence of human beings. Narrative dispersion is the inevitability confirmed by Proust, and only in this way can the fragmentation of memory be picked up and the momentary eternity be captured. It is better to look at beauty to find the answer. Which shot and which frame of the picture can't bear to look at again? My favorite is the ending part, where mothers of different time dimensions pass through the woods and pastoral fields in the evening light, and there is a long flow of time, endless sadness and tenacity.
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Father: It seems to make me return to the place, poignantly dear to my heart, where my grandfather's house used to be in which I was born 40 years ago right on the dinner table. Each time I try to enter it, something prevents me from doing that. I see this dream again and again. And when I see those walls made of logs and the dark entrance, even in my dream I become aware that I'm only dreaming it. And the overwhelming joy is clouded by anticipation of awakening. At times something happens and I stop dreaming of the house and the pine trees of my childhood around it. Then I get depressed. And I can't wait to see this dream in which I'l be a child again and feel happy again because everything will still be ahead, everything will be possible...
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Forensic doctor: You know, I fell and found strange things here - roots, bushes... Has it ever occurred to you that plants can feel, know, even comprehend? The trees, this hazelnut bush...
Natalya: This is an alder tree.
Forensic doctor: It doesn't matter. They don't run about. Like us who are rushing, fussing, uttering banalities. That's because we don't trust nature that is inside us. Always this suspiciousness, haste, and no time to stop and think.