Tarkovsky's "Homesickness" is really beautiful! I can only simply say that it is beautiful, and simply state what kind of story it is. Others, I can’t communicate. I was so attracted by her that I couldn't describe her completely. It seemed to be a film depicting still life. Is it time? Is it light? No! It's the sound. It was the sound that suddenly flowed over it in one way or another, quietly taking away the impression, leaving only the weak-eyed resistance that was hidden in the depths by oneself, but now it was ready to move. Pray. Hopefully, that is not the truth. Because the truth will not have any mercy for you. The film is full of small movements and hints. The vision was unintentionally disrupted in a peaceful situation. Sporadic language talks about the breakfast air and other people’s lives. They ring outside the body and can never enter a person’s lonely world; the color is inadvertently diluted into gray when it is most vivid and dense, and in this During the process, no one reminded you not to get too close, it would be very dangerous; for an individual who has been isolated and fell silent in the dark and a complex and sound world, which is more important, which is more persistent and which is closer to your worries? Andre is a writer and poet. He wants to write a biography of Sonovsky, a Russian musician. The latter once fled to Italy for some political reasons, and later returned to Russia at the risk of being a slave for some reasons he didn't know before. So Andre also came to Italy. Come to find the trace left by Sonofsky. Tarkovsky shows us the unbearable weight of life through the people and things that this character of the same name has encountered in Italy. (1) The reality is undoubtedly. He is a middle-aged man who often falls into contemplation. He doesn't speak much, he is very melancholy. He always speaks with a gesture and expression, ignorant, so he will not cause any desire-related prying, his appearance is unfamiliar. You seem to never know what he is thinking, what he saw, and what subtle changes happened to him. Yes, he is melancholy, but not because he is in love. His melancholy is inherent. There is a very obvious gray hair in his hair, which is very uncoordinated to indicate his age. However, this still cannot stop the charm of a middle-aged man. His Italian female translator "inexplicably" fell in love with him when "the first time I met" him. However, she knew that he had a wife in Russia, not to mention that she had a boyfriend. This is destined to her feelings for Andre can only be secretive. However, the female translator still tried to attract his attention, like all the secret admirers, even if it was an argument about language and poetry, and he was just sitting on the sofa, burning a cigarette, and saying that poetry can’t be done. Translated; she will continue to guess every sentence and every look in the other person’s eyes, "You have not talked to your wife on the phone for two days", which is like a subtle reminder; even she still does Some behavioral cues, such as: "Oh, there is no water in my room." She sat on the bed in his room, blowing her wet hair with a hairdryer. You don't need these. He only needs her to translate foreign languages that he doesn't understand. He doesn't want to hear the sound of the hair dryer. He is eager to tell her about his new development-to a man who is regarded as a lunatic by the people in the town-named Dominic. People care far better than this beautiful Italian woman with long wavy hair. "He gave me a candle." Andre said. She was irritated by him... "Your mind is full of thoughts, in fact, you are not free." When she vented her painful feelings for him, she accidentally said the inner world he was afraid of... She left. Now, she must leave, she knows that he can't fall in love with her~, let alone feel her sadness. And the world of this middle-aged man is not for her to understand, she will never be able to enter his spiritual world, to explore his pain and the melancholy that comes with it. Andrea and she do not live in the same world. She had no other choice, she returned to her own world. Her boyfriend-a mustache, a suit and leather shoes, looks like a gentleman, although he is vulgar, but will marry her, and the two are going to travel to India... However, she still cares about the lonely man. She told Andrea that she was getting married and then went to India. She listened to Andre's tone and reaction on the other end of the phone. At the end, she told Andre that Dominic, who was regarded as a lunatic, began to speak in the city square. She said: Actually, he is not a lunatic. (2) Nightmare "I lit a candle and walked into the water, they pulled me up, drove me away, and shouted at me: You are crazy." Dominic "has a degree" and is a mechanic. He was worried about the end of the world all day, and he didn't know how to protect his wife and children, so he kept his family at home in fear for 7 years. From the chatter of the people in the town, Andre knew about Dominic. He thinks he understands Dominic's inner world. Because they all live in a closed world, troubled, isolated, and not understood. The only difference between the two of them is that Dominic is trapped in the real world and isolated from the real world at the same time; while Andre’s confusion comes from himself, he is isolated by himself. So Andre took the initiative to stand in front of Dominic, and the two faced each other. An isolated roof leaks light, and a building with weeds is in danger of collapsing at any time. That is Dominic's home. There was a man's whispering and dodging eyes. So, following Andre's gaze, with a vigilant mood, we walked into the world that Dominic seemed to be sealed. It is a physical "Notes on the House of the Dead". The mottled mirror reflected a face that he felt strange to him. At that moment, Andre's soul was hit and hit. He knew that he and Dominic were the same. On the fireplace grow slender and weak "plants" because there is no sunlight. The withered rose is covered with dust. Darkness is a color that can be amplified by light. Gradually, the picture on the wall appeared. It was the body of a deformed, withered child, with Dominic’s fear hidden in the sunken eye. Dominic used all kinds of utensils in vain to catch the almost pouring rain. The room is leaking, and he thinks it is necessary for him to do that. Those isolated sounds were therefore unconsciously captured... In the rain, the whole room is more like a swamp of music. "A drop of water and another drop of water can only be a large drop of water, not two drops." Pushing open a door that does not need to exist. 1+1=1 is written on the wall. "Why is it me alone among thousands of people?!" Dominic said carefully about his cowardice. He was close to begging and whispered: Help me. There is no other answer, except "good." Although this is what Dominic needs, he eagerly needs Andre to describe this "good" in more detail. Always thinking of one thing cannot replace confession. Dominic always repeats the moment his family escaped the door in his memories: people onlookers, police, crying family members. He did what he missed. The frightened child stared at the toy-like car passing by the corner of the mountain and asked: "Dad, is this the end of the world?" The child's eyes saw a colorful world, but he only lived. In the suffocating imagination of the end of the world. The child's innocent eyes completely denied him. "Always thinking about one thing is bad." Andre said to Dominic when he left. Encouraged by Andrea, Dominic decided to go out and let people know what he was thinking. He wanted to talk about the world that exists in his heart, and talk about the absurdity and despair of this world. "The water in your body is fire, then ashes and bones." Dominic said in his final speech. He was arranged to set himself on fire after the speech. The entire process of self-immolation was arranged in advance, gasoline, lighters, and a symphony for the occasion... People’s expressions are numb, and they are more concerned about lighters that have been lit after many times; they can’t play music at critical moments. The sound and panic... The symphony finally rang loudly, and the flames finally blazed on Dominic's body. The planner was excited, dancing like a clown. All the arrangements are like a burlesque show, and he is still a lunatic in the eyes of people. Although he died in agony in front of people. His struggles and groans in the flames are at best classified as performance art. * When he poured gasoline on himself, Dominic subconsciously erected his collar with his hands. The big dog, who was inseparable from him every day, began to scream frantically with anxiety. No one is going to stop it. This world is really absurd, desperate and dangerous. Just because death was arranged as a ceremony there. When Dominic’s body twisted and twitched painfully on the ground, the symphony suddenly had a very uncoordinated murmur, as if several notes were suddenly twisted together, as if suddenly a knot was suddenly hit, and it was stirred, and it was piercing. After a few clicks, it returned to normal in an instant... The stereo was really broken. (Note*: A person who is still very sensitive to external physical stimuli is afraid of death. This action of Dominic shows that he does not know the specific meaning of death, that is to say, he is still subconscious about death. With a hesitant attitude, death is vague. His death is a total tragedy.) (3) A metaphor that he wants a child. Under the leadership of his female translator, Andrea traveled through most of Italy in search of a country church famous for offering sacrifices to the Virgin. Although, he did not walk into this room with warm colors and empty walls. Before Andre came to the town, he had learned from a letter that Sonovsky wrote back to Russia that the musician he was about to write returned to his homeland because of his unforgettable nostalgia, not a rumor. Said in, crazy in love with a female slave. In the church, the female translator asked the church attendant, "Why do only women pray so piously?" The attendant pondered for a moment and told her that because women want to have children and raise them up, they need patience and sacrifice. . She saw people who prayed sincerely, and saw a screaming bird flying out of the body of the Virgin... Andre had no children. In his own dream, he dreamed of being close to his Italian female translator; she rolled up her long-haired head and leaned on his wife Maria’s shoulder, with tears of grievance flowing on her face; she was really beautiful; and she was lying on her own The scrawny limbs on the bed were already poo-belly; he walked over, trying to comfort his bald body under the sheets, and bid farewell to himself lying in the light of death... He heard the knock on the door, and when he opened the door, his The interpreter was standing outside the door, about to knock... He was troubled by some things, he didn't know what those things were, and why he was troubled by them. He has a nosebleed and a bad heart. His world is full of silence, so that any image and sound that enters his vision and hearing will disturb his silent and invisible inner world... Open a page of the book-coins sandwiched in the book "Da" fell to the ground and "glulu" rolling by on the ground-there is a comb with a strand of long hair in the book-open the window, it is a gray wall-reach for the power switch-the bathroom door Opened-painted uneven walls-began to rain-the sound of rain-rain meandered on the ground-a dog walked in and snuggled to the corner of the bed, making people feel a little warm, and at the same time it knocked down one The empty bottle—the sound of the bottle rolling on the floor was heard in the room—with the passage of time, the light faded and disappeared—the bathroom door was open...He was disturbed so easily. He is often trapped in meditation. Time was stretched. When he was awake, he saw a dream. People who are in meditation don't need more things, everything is enough, except silence. Thinking is going from one wall to the other. No Exit. His thoughts are waking dreams. He wandered gloomily in his dream, and asked helplessly: Why should I think of this? And his behavior was mechanically unconsciously asleep. The sound of airplanes, the sound of sawmill chainsaws, the flow of traffic on the far street, the woman painting lipstick, the dozinger, the neurotic, the urban homeless... "Why is it that I am the only one among tens of thousands of people? ?!" He begged repeatedly in his heart. He and Dominic are at a loss in common. It's just that Dominic turned to his own kind for help, and he helped God~! "God, did you hear his prayer? Why didn't you tell him that you were by his side?" "I was by his side, but he didn't realize it." The messy streets are abandoned and the furniture doesn't need to exist. Hue recalled the coat that his father had hung in the closet. He hesitantly opened the door of the closet, but his serious face was reflected in the mirror. Dream is a black door. -"Andre."-"Maria." Yes, there is always a familiar voice, and suddenly, it will call your name at a time. It seemed that the voice rang right beside him. In fact, that voice has already penetrated into its own world and has become an inseparable part of its own life. It already has the right to call our souls. It hides in an unknown area in our souls and is always in a certain area. A critical moment that we are aware of or unaware of, appears. "They are my children, my family, bones in my bones, blood in blood." We have no other choice. (4) Destiny It was a morning. However, it looked like dusk again. The sun that suddenly emerged from behind the mist was gray, trance, and unpredictable. It exudes the light of forbearance. A bell rang in the air, and a feather slowly fell, like a miracle in the legend. Hidden in the color of grass, it is like a path drawn with white chalk. The clear water flows past the statue of the Virgin lying on the ground. She smiles in the water, as if the washing of the water can only make her look more kind. In the deserted church, the little child playing alone, like an angel jumping out, looks after him. The hometown has left a mark in his blood. He is another self who played in his childhood. This is my childhood hometown. Why is it just me and not someone else? Why did Sonovsky return to his homeland at the cost of his own life? Because of the beautiful Italian morning, people think of "Autumn in Moscow"; also for the "air he breathed in childhood"; he has to face the longing for his hometown that he can't contain, and everything he has done for it is worth it. ...Russia, Moscow, hometown. "When night falls, there are faint shining wings behind me/I am the candle, dying in the feast/Please clean up the tears of the candle after daybreak/Read who is worthy of mourning and what is worthy of praise/We offer On the last touch of joy/How can we exchange for peaceful mutual death/And under the temporarily borrowed eaves/How to light up the front with poetry after death..." Ender enumerated the lit candles from here in the hot spring pool. Side, trying to walk to the other side. He wants to be like Dominic. Why is it so? This is no longer important. Walking through the hot spring pool that has no water, once, twice, three times... When he finally crossed the entire hot spring pool with the burning candle, and finally placed the burning candle on the other side, life was finally revealed Its exhaustion and exhaustion...-he fell. ——The crowd on the sidelines. ——An old woman's indifferent face. ——His world is filled with melancholy thoughts. ——The whole world is raining silently. -Homesickness. Homesickness, in our soul, will never penetrate. Andre. Tarkovsky wrote at the end of the film: I would like to dedicate this film to my mother. We dedicate the pain of being the Son of Man, the happiness of being the Son of Man, everything we dedicate to the Son of Man, we dedicate our lives to the person who gave us life, and we dedicate our lives to the mother who endured hardships in order to raise us. Postscript: I sit quietly in a place, as if there is no me in this world. Time is in danger of being stretched. The world is three-dimensional, and I always think of it as a plane. I am safe because I hide my eyes and thoughts. I temporarily forget that this room also belongs to the outside world, although this compromise resistance is very passive. For the third time, I sat quietly and watched "NOSTALGHIA". Although, I think I can only understand 1/3 of its image. And this 1/3 of the image seems to be all of me. That is a poem. And "poetry cannot be translated." "When you wade through the water with a lighted candle in your hand", you are heading towards the fate of perseverance. (——I would like to dedicate this to every mother who is a son of man)
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