CRY FOR ME

Wallace 2022-04-22 07:01:45

It is a visual feast to watch a movie with simple but strong colors on the big screen: the bright red, black and white of the blockbuster flow in the movie. The male characters are like passers-by, but vaguely make women the puppets of fate. When there was still light, at least there was Anbu that made people feel hesitant, confused, and struggling. When everything was calm, all those who were still alive formed alliances with lies. They are no longer afraid and eager to be seen through, because such people, those who can hear, have been banished (Anna banished, second sister died).

The shouts and whispers seemed to disappear at least twice. The first time was when they tried to get close to each other, and the two sisters had a silent conversation. The second and last time was when they completely lived in the lie and made the lie cover the truth. Before that, it is true to shout loudly; it is true to embrace and approach; it is true to avoid silence; it is true to stab the knife into the lower body; it is true to vent emotions; After this, the same is like a coin, the negatives forgotten are pure white and the swing; the positives left are the raven and the decision. Probably there is no light and no entrance, but people always have to live.

There is also the pain of the three sisters, so thinking about the physical pain of the second sister is still the happiest, the pain of the elder sister's brokenness and lies, and the incomprehensible younger sister. After watching "Marriage Life" (about sex: wife's conservative concept and later sexual liberation kkk) and "Shouting and Whispering", is there a feminism factor in it: in this film, Anna changes clothes for the eldest sister. The camera lens, layer by layer, day after day, is a suffocation that has long flowed/stayed in the capillaries and is accustomed to neglect: the mirror allows the dressing person to see the real eyes, but it also makes her subconsciously escape and say don't look at it with such eyes I. In the big close-up, they all have the moment of looking at the audience.

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  • Lou 2022-03-26 09:01:10

    This picture is too beautiful, even Caravaggio in several places. Interestingly, similar structures such as "Sick-Healthy People", closed spaces, and character wrestling appeared in "Still in the Mirror" in 1961, "Silence" in 1963, and "Masquerade" in 1966. appeared again. The subject of discussion is still the loss of communication and discourse, and there are still inescapable "Bergmanian propositions"—love and alienation for mothers, hatred for brothers, and what he calls "emotional blackmail," and his Tirelessly questioning God. Even the "Agnes Resurrection" scene in the details comes from his ten-year-old experience of being locked up in a morgue. The real Bergman I like exists in these four women, "I don't trust anyone, I don't love anyone, and I don't miss anyone", harsh, indifferent, and Anna is his secret room. The open gap is absolutely gentle. Like two sides of a coin, firmly attached to each other. (I love him 555)

  • Elbert 2022-03-25 09:01:15

    Bergman is that every movie has to do something new, try new breakthroughs, right? There is only one scene in each person's memory, but enough details and plots are explained. It is really powerful, and the method of trying is also very bold. It was filmed before the Autumn Sonata, but the two have some similarities in the relationship between the characters and the plot. A bit of a pity.

Cries & Whispers quotes

  • Anna: [reading Agnes' journal entry] "Wednesday, the third of September. A chill in the air tells of autumn's approach, but the days are still lovely and mild. My sisters, Karin and Maria, have come to see me. It's wonderful to be together again like in the old days. I'm feeling much better. We were even able to take a stroll together. It was a wonderful experience, especially for me, since I haven't been outdoors for so long. We suddenly began to laugh and run toward the old swing that we hadn't used since we were children. We sat in it like three good little sisters and Anna pushed us, slowly and gently. All my aches and pains were gone. The people I'm most fond of in all the world were with me. I could hear them chatting around me. I could feel the presence of their bodies, the warmth of their hands. I wanted to cling to that moment, and I thought, "Come what may, this is happiness. I cannot wish for anything better. Now, for a few minutes, I can experience perfection and I feel profoundly grateful to my life, which gives me so much."

  • David: Come here, Marie. Come. Look in the mirror. You're beautiful. Perhaps even more than when we were together. But you've changed and I want you to see how. Now your eyes cast quick, calculating, side glances. You used to look ahead straightforwardly, openly, without disguise. Your mouth has a slightly hungry, dissatisfied expression. It used to be so soft. Your complexion is pale now. You wear makeup. Your fine, wide brow has four lines above each eye now. You can't see them in this light, but you can in the bright of day. You know what caused those lines?

    Maria: No.

    David: Indifference. And this fine contour from your ear to your chin is no longer so finely drawn - the result of too much comfort and laziness. And there, by the bridge of your nose. Why do you sneer so often? You see that? You sneer too often. You see it? And look under your eyes. The sharp, scarcely noticeable wrinkles from your boredom and impatience.

    Maria: Can you really see all that there?

    David: No, but I feel it when you kiss me.

    Maria: I think you're joking with me. I know where you see it.

    David: Where?

    Maria: In yourself. Because you and I are so alike.

    David: You mean in our selfishness, coldness and indifference?