This is divine

Violette 2022-10-24 10:17:40

I wrote five years ago: "It's not wise to write reviews for the best movies...and to spoil it as a theme." I still think that way, just more so than "the best movies." The good thing is "Little Universe" like this, which can be called a miracle. Not those classic warm lights, geography, or shots, or music, or rhythmic narration of French movies. Not the polished, purposeful shock scenes, or the long and hard work behind it, not technical, ingenious, quantitative work and design.
is something that cannot be expressed in these industrialized compliments. It is conjecture, understanding, random arrangement, strong emotion, and worship of life.
I haven't seen Bird Migration, Himalayan People, or any other work by Jacques Behan. But the expression of art always confirms my optimism about modernity: the process of flattening people by industrialization is only temporary, as Oakeshott wrote "in every independent individual there is a yearning for 'the comfort of enslavement'. anti-individual", and in the end we destroy the old authority on this one-dimensional, and establish a new multi-dimensional individual, we are only second to God (that is, "a kind of absolute, and thus unarguable or speculative universal value") and compassionate, so as to be no longer subject to any form of enslavement. Many of the great contemporary artists tend to cheer me on and at peace with this.

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  • Narrator (English version): [beginning narration] A meadow in early morning, somewhere on Earth. Hidden here is a world as vast as our own, where the weeds are like impenetrable jungles, the stones are mountains, and even the smallest pond becomes an ocean. Time passes differently here: an hour is like a day, a day is like a season, and the passing of a season is a lifetime. But to observe this world, we must fall silent now, and listen to its murmurs.

  • Narrator (English version): [ending narration] The night gives way once more. Nothing will stop what's now in motion, what hides in shadow, what searches forward, what flutters toward the light. Here, where time is measured out in moments, and new lives emerge from darkness, a day begins like any other. Beyond anything we can imagine, and yet almost beneath our notice.