staring at the burning tragedy

Ken 2022-09-08 00:19:04

It's been two days and I've never felt so bad

It was as if there was a backlog of fire in my chest. I had already calmed down, but I couldn't get rid of the bonfires and waves in France in the 18th century. I could feel a sense of suffocation as I slowly climbed up with my breathing. Converging to a stagnant face and then a tense state of wanting to cry...

"I want you to feel seen. This movie is all about the power of the gaze. The fact that you are watching the movie, the movie is watching you. I want you to feel being watched, and I want you to leave thinking about yourself and Love for the movie, because that's what that last scene is about....you're not watching the characters, you're watching the actors perform; you're watching the movie, and the movie lifts the veil on its own, so all of a sudden you have Space for your own love story. It's a souvenir for you, a memory for you. I want you to leave with this story in your head and your own at the same time."

It's so touching to see everyone in the picture sharing their resonance

I don't know what's wrong with myself, and like almost everyone else, I'm caught up in the tragic nature of the director's "double gaze" concept, but I don't realize where the space for interaction between my real life and the work is. It's not because of depression, but actually resists being bound by the form of romantic films. Perhaps the highest aesthetics must be repressed, so being touched by pure beauty is not so hypocritical.

The inexplicable discomfort before writing this blindly seems to have gone into the subconscious, so be it

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Portrait of a Lady on Fire quotes

  • Marianne: You're saying nothing?

    Héloïse: Is that me?

    Marianne: Yes.

    Héloïse: Is that how you see me?

    Marianne: It's not only me.

    Héloïse: What do you mean, not only you?

    Marianne: There are rules, conventions, ideas.

    Héloïse: You mean there's no life? No presence?

    Marianne: Your presence is made up of fleeting moments that may lack truth.

    Héloïse: Not everything is fleeting. Some feelings are deep. The fact it isn't close to me, that I can understand. But I find it sad it isn't close to you.

    Marianne: How do you know it isn't close to me? I didn't know you were an art critic.

    Héloïse: I didn't know you were a painter.

  • Marianne: I can't make you smile. I feel I do it and then it vanishes.

    Héloïse: Anger always comes to the fore.

    Marianne: Definitely with you. I didn't mean to hurt you.

    Héloïse: You haven't hurt me.

    Marianne: I have, I can tell. When you're moved, you do this with your hand.

    Héloïse: Really?

    Marianne: Yes. And when you're embarrassed, you bite your lips. And when you're annoyed, you don't blink.

    Héloïse: You know it all.

    Marianne: Forgive me, I'd hate to be in your place.

    Héloïse: We're in the same place. Exactly the same place. Come here. Come. Step closer. Look. If you look at me, who do I look at? When you don't know what to say, you touch your forehead. When you lose control, you raise your eyebrows. And when you're troubled, you breathe through your mouth.