When I eat instant noodles while watching Persona

Briana 2022-04-19 09:01:55

I deeply regret it. Especially when that finger pressed down on the sheep's eyes, I almost spilled a bowl of noodles. I've only experienced similar difficulties in one other film, "Pi" by Darren Aronofsky. In "Pi", the mathematician finally couldn't help but poked a moving brain on the ground with a pen. I wonder if it was also inspired by Bergman.

Very symbolic film, but I was so touched that at some point I almost burst into tears. I don't know if anyone in the world understands this movie in its entirety the first time around. Anyway, I'm watching it for the second time now. I think these two women are clearly two incarnations of the same person. But what are they trying to express? Self-split, self-examination, self-love, self-resistance, self-compromise...?

Of course, we live in a world full of lies. Not only are we not true to others, we are not even true enough to ourselves. In this sense, do we still exist? Are you still alive? The scene at the beginning of the film, one body after another, and they still blink, they're not dead. Is that what it means?

In addition, monks who self-immolated on TV, women and children who surrendered in photos, wars, riots, do they want to express and communicate the macro consequences of failure?

The lighting in this film really impressed me. At the beginning of the film, I meditate on Elisabeth, who is still and sparkling in the music, and Elisabeth, who is both true and false, comes from the bedroom, and half of the faces of the two women repeating the conversation. Such a slow and still long shot is simply beautiful photography Effect.

When the little boy got up from the bed and stared straight at the camera, and when the two women were intertwined, staring at the camera, he felt that they were not performing, but that they could see through time and space into the hearts of the audience in front of the TV. It feels strange because this is a fairly self-conscious film, and Bergman focuses on expressing his own thoughts and feelings without caring what the audience and others think and think. But in such a few moments, I feel that I am very close to the film, and it seems to be a part of the film.

A good work of art may have a thousand different interpretations. This is the first time I've seen a Bergman film, and the above are purely personal opinions.

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Extended Reading
  • Nicholas 2022-03-20 09:01:45

    Bergman’s experimentation with experimental techniques, the opening seven-minute video poems are extremely delicate, and the whole film tries to enlarge and project the subconscious fear on the screen, allowing the audience to experience an unprecedented kind of unease and fear in the subconscious. 9.2 points★★★★☆

  • Kole 2022-03-22 09:01:48

    Bergman never makes you feel good. The composition, positioning and lines are top-notch, but that arrogant attitude is unbearable.

Persona quotes

  • Sister Alma: Elisabet? Can I read you something from my book? Or am I disturbing you? It says here:"All the anxiety we bear with us, all our thwarted dreams, the incomprehensible cruelty, our fear of extinction, the painful insight into our earthly condition, have slowly eroded our hope of an other-wordly salvation. The howl of our faith and doubt against the darkness and silence, is one of the most awful proofs of our abandonment and our terrified, unuttered knowledge." Do you think it's like that?

  • Sister Alma: Karl-Henrik and I rented a cottage by the sea once. It was June, and we were all alone. One day, when Karl-Henrik had gone into town, I went to the beach on my own. It was a warm and lovely day. There was another girl there. She'd paddled over from another island because our beach was sunnier and more secluded. We lay there, sunbathing beside one another, complete naked, dozing now and then, putting suntan lotion on. We had those cheap straw hats on, you know? I had a blue ribbon around mine. I lay there peeping out from under my hat at the landscape and the sea and the sun. It was kind of funny. Suddenly I saw two figures leaping about on the rock above us. They would hide and then peek out. "There's a couple of boys looking at us," I told the girl. Her name was Katarina. "Let them look," she said, and turned over on her back. It was a strange feeling. I wanted to jump up and put my robe on but I just lay there on my stomach with my bottom in the air, not at all embarrassed, completely calm. Katarina lay there next to me the whole time, with her breasts and thick thighs. She just lay there sort of giggling to herself. I noticed that the boys had come closer. They just stood there looking at us. I noticed they were terribly young. Then one of them - the more daring of the two - came up and squatted down next to Katarina. He pretended to be busy picking at his toes. I felt so strange. Suddenly I heard Katarina say, "Hey, why don't you come over here?" She took him by the hand and helped him off with his jeans and shirt. Then suddenly he was on top of her. She guided him in with her hands on his behind. The other boy just sat on the slope and watched. I heard Katarina whisper in the boy's ear and laugh. His face was right next to mine. It was red and swollen. Suddenly I turned over and said, "Aren't you coming over to me too?" And Katarina said, "Go to her now." He pulled out of her and fell on top of me, completely hard. He grabbed my breast. It hurt so bad. I was ready somehow and came almost at once. Can you believe it? I was about to say, "Careful you don't get me pregnant" when he suddenly came. I felt it like never before in my life, the way he sprayed his seed into me. He gripped my shoulders and arched backward. I came over and over. Katarina lay on her side and watched and held him from behind. After he came, she took him in her arms and used his hand to make herself come. When she came, she screamed like a banshee. Then all three of us started laughing. We called to the other boy, who was sitting on the slope. His name was Peter. He came down, looking all confused and shivering despite the sunshine. Katarina unbuttoned his pants and started to play with him. And when he came, she took him in her mouth. He bent down and kissed her back. She turned around, took his head in both hands, and gave him her breast. The other boy got so excited that he and I started all over again. It was just as good as before. Then we went for a swim and parted ways. When I got home, Karl-Henrik was already back from town. We ate dinner and drank some red wine he'd brought. Then we had sex. It's never been as good, before or since. Can you understand that?