Fascinating flying dream

Camylle 2022-04-20 09:02:22





Life is a story, full of poetry - the lens and the saying

"Flying is not something that can be solved by physical strength and intelligence, it is a miracle."

The first shot behind the camera generously gave an oriole, a close-up, and then a bird cluster. Painted, panorama, cross-staged, busy resident birds have devoted themselves to their great work of feeding their chicks. The vitality of this spring has overwhelmed us viewers, fearing that we might miss an opportunity to explore the secrets of nature. Of course, the camera is also aimed at a cruel episode: the slightly older chick pushes the unborn brother out of the nest in order to survive better, a small close-up, intended for the painting... The picture of the little boy running is by Yuan Nearly, the protagonist appears, and the subtitles appear: Grey Goose, 3000 km, Mediterranean-Scandinavia. A flock of grey-tailed geese fluttering in a small pond, from far to medium, I can see their graceful silhouettes and their wings stretched out ready to fly. I was still waiting, a shot flickered, they had flown out of the water and into the air, and the shot came back to the water: close-up, a gray-tailed goose with a net tangled in its feet was struggling in the water, and I was like stepping behind a fence The little boy hurried to the water to help the little guy cut the mesh. The little guy cheered and flapped his wings to chase his companions. Maybe at this moment, this gray-tailed goose made a promise to return.
The gray-tailed geese soaring in the air are presented in a long-lens panorama in the camera. It is like taking a small helicopter with Jacques Behan and the working group to shoot in front of them for a while, and then parallel to them, sometimes left and right , the long lens keeps zooming in, focusing on one or two and suddenly moving behind them, keeping their backs. The camera is alive, and it uses the lens to communicate with the birds without words. The narration begins just right: "This is a story of promise, a promise to return, in a dangerous journey of thousands of kilometers, with only one purpose: to survive." A few words have penetrated into the director's interpretation of the moral of the story. .

I swept across lakes and wheat fields with grey geese and swans, through bridges and aqueducts, over jungles, swamps, the Statue of Liberty and the Eiffel Tower... Long-shot panorama to close-up, with the shot I rediscovered From the home where I live and the relationship between nature and humans, the perspective of a bystander always gives me a clearer picture of what birds mean to humans.

Then there are the grey cranes in the field, dancing gracefully like gentlemen, the camera keeps stopping at their necks and feet to give close-ups, especially the posture of the feet, which reminds people of Jingjiao in Peking Opera, calm and unruly. . The appreciative camera turns to a nearby farmer, and the camera slowly follows up. An old woman staggers out and walks towards the gray crane. She was holding wheat in her hand, but unfortunately, Grey Crane was alert to humans, so she got up and ran away, leaving an elongated silhouette of the old woman. In the setting sun, she was extraordinarily peaceful and a little lost.

When I was flying with the white-cheeked geese, a narration appeared: In order not to get lost on the journey, the birds use the celestial phenomena, the sun, the stars, and they are sensitive to the earth's magnetic field, like a compass. I came to know that one of the reasons for the birth of miracles is a sense of direction determined by inherent genetics. Rise, descend, shoot down, shoot up with them, and witness the miracle itself is a miracle!

The bar-headed geese casually flew through the avalanche, the bald eagles soared in Colorado, the red-crowned cranes intoxicated with their light gaits, and the swans from Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales, like a movie that has been pre-rehearsed by nature.

The documentary speaks with details. At the same time, the cruel episodes also show me the ruthlessness of nature and the greed and ignorance of human beings. The migratory birds flying fast in the storm, watching the wild ducks that fly in the same kind and can only stay in the fence, the camera gives a close-up of its eyes, I feel helplessness and sadness in the eyes. Perhaps what the camera can do is to freeze a second of tenderness and understanding. There is also the red-breasted duck caught in the oil, watching his companions go away, and waiting for himself only death, what kind of pain it must be. I remember that when they slowly flew over the industrial area, the big chimney, and the whistle-blowing train, the director pulled the camera very far and far. This bird picture with human traces everywhere is real, but it is chilling, for himself , ashamed of human greed.



Life is a movement, compose a symphony together - rhythm and music

"The most moving music in the world is given by nature, and it is generous to people"

I still remember the "masters of the field" that sounded when the grey geese flew over the lake at the beginning, waiting for the time, waiting for the calling.... The bass of the nick cave soared with the flapping wings. When the Indian geese play and sing in the water, the children's choir sounds like nature and they sing the beauty of the world together. When the Japanese geese frolic in pairs, the hilarious and brisk female voices sounded to the beat of their catching fish. When the black-fronted geese flew over the lake on the outskirts of the city, and I was still immersed in the distant singing of the female voice "le retour des grues", a gun shot, the music stopped abruptly, and then two, three, cut the sky, stinging The dusk of the sky also stings the hearts of everyone with good hearts. Watching the black-fronted geese fall into the lake like strong men, my heart also trembled for a long time, and I felt cold. Maybe the director didn't want to present such a bloody scene too much, and only gave a distant view, and the afterglow of the setting sun set off the shadow when it fell. Epilogue: Nick Cave's To Be By Your Side plays, I close my eyes and listen: Fly over the ocean, over that ocean, over the dark jungle, over the valley where we can't breathe, just to go When I come to you... I recall this story of Jacques Behan in my mind: lakes, wheat fields, fields, bridge holes, the North Pole, the West Coast of Africa, the desert, the South Pole... It turns out that I also accompanied the migratory birds to complete a miraculous journey of life .



Life is reincarnation, spring goes back to spring - repetition and hope

"The reincarnation of life is as fascinating and amazing as the changing seasons of nature"

The journey starts from a pond in a small village, the snow melts, spring comes, these winter migratory birds are going to fly to the North Pole, all the way north, where is their breeding ground, where is their next paradise. To leave is to come back. When the little boy cut the net that was entangled under the feet of a gray goose, the net rope left on his feet was the brand for its return. Winter is coming, the small pond is covered with snow, the figure of the little boy running, and the shot of the grey goose flying back, echo each other, and the commitment to each other is fulfilled. The agreement between humans and birds is simple and beautiful. Jacques Behan still wants to convey that people and birds, people and nature are one, the soul is connected, it is a secret, the secret of nature. The same echo also appeared on the way back from Grey Crane. The camera was still the old woman who came out of the farm house with wheat in her hand. The good thing was that Grey Crane didn't reject her this time, and dexterously took it from the old woman's hand. Food, trust and understanding, at that moment, my eyes and the old woman watched them go away, just like watching my family leave their hometown and go to a distant place, waiting for them to come back again. The camera stopped for a few seconds, as if paying attention to the gray cranes.


Life is Self - Discovery and Growth

"Life grows out of the body, collides with a certain point in the outside world, sparks, and grows wildly."

I began to remember the land under my feet, the sky of this land, When migratory birds fly across the sky above me in a herringbone pattern, I will remember: This is a group of life that cannot be ignored. It's a story about commitment, a story about practicing the wonders of nature, a story about continuing life from generation to generation along the migratory routes handed down by ancestors, a story about them living in the same home as us... this story Through the eyes of the camera, I know the pride and limitations of being human. I would like to fly with the birds, dreaming a dream that cannot be accomplished in the world. In the dream, there is no pollution, no hunting, no industrial triumph, no infinite greed and indifference and arrogance of human beings, no selfishness, no… ...We all return to the true nature of the little boy and the old woman in the film, walking lightly and kindly on this land, singing songs, reciting poems, and dancing with birds.

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Extended Reading
  • Johnnie 2022-03-27 09:01:20

    When I was in junior high school, it was also in the classroom. Today, the teacher in the classroom played an unusual documentary again.

  • Coralie 2022-03-27 09:01:20

    Amazed how this film was made!! Amazing!! Those tough and tough birds!!

Winged Migration quotes

  • [first lines]

    Narrator: The story of bird migration is the story of promise - a promise to return.