There stands a gate, where the paths of day and night divide on either side.

Federico 2022-11-16 07:25:31

7.4

Yoshitaka Amano said the film was "so private that it requires you to pay more attention to the visual effects than to the direction of the plot", describing it as "a visual expression of Oshii's worldview". When I heard about this movie, most of the audience's saliva was concentrated in two aspects, too long and too difficult to understand. I think the former can be explained by Amano Yoshitaka's words, he almost freezes time in order to guide the audience's attention and inform Where should they pay attention.

On the other hand, director Mamoru Oshii said in his article, "The audience only needs to be able to discover one-tenth of the fragments I hide in the film." In the interview, he said, "It is enough for 10,000 people to understand my film." Personally, this desire to become the first 10,000 people is not too strong, but after watching it, I don't think it is as obscure as most viewers complained - although I can't confidently throw out "I must understand. be accurate" such conclusions.

Parmenides wrote a long poem, "There stands a gate, and the paths of day and night divide on both sides". In the world of light, what exists only exists, and what does not exist does not exist, and non-existence can neither be said nor thought; on the other side is non-existent existence, and what exists does not exist, "This way, I tell you, You can't learn anything." The path of opinion is the choice of mortals, and in Parmenides' view, truth should have no beginning, no end, no birth and no death.

Those with the harpoons were mortals, with only a shadow, but they were caught neatly, and the empty egg was another illusion. Fish are just shadows, eggs are just empty shells, and these are not easy to detect. Heavy rain fell on the ground for forty days and nights, and the big ship Noah built helped them escape the flood that would wipe out mankind. The dove that was released more than two hundred days later did not return. Everyone is waiting for the pigeon, and over time, it is natural to forget that they are waiting for the pigeon, walking on the earth like a young girl and a fisherman, and awake long enough to inevitably think that they are dreaming.

After hesitating for a few days, the boy had bandages on his palms to cover the sacred wounds, and he held a cross-shaped weapon, naturally carrying a mission on his body. The girl was also extremely keen, and she felt that the boy would destroy this illusion, so she kept begging. The first time, the boy asked her to wake up, "Tell me, what's in that egg?" Although the girl knew she didn't know, she still protected the egg; the second time, the boy told a story to wake her up , on that ark, in the silent waiting, all the animals turned into stones, and the human beings all died one after another, the time was frozen, it was time to disembark; the third time, the teenager decided not to believe her self-help Ability.

But the fable has not yet ended. The girl screamed and jumped into the water. We saw two results after the belief was broken. First, when a girl becomes a statue, a person is no longer a person; second, more eggs appear, not the only one. These are precisely the two appearances of modern society, "human alienation" and "religious market". The entropy is increasing, and everything is not gathered but more divided. Faith originally does not require practice or proof, only belief. The teenager is the incarnation of "righteousness". He wisely and diligently prevents the tragedy, but instead becomes the culprit of the tragedy. The measure of breaking the egg seems practical but even more vain, because these remaining illusions are only in the face of reason. Can be demolished once but cannot be rebuilt a second time.

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Angel's Egg quotes

  • Boy: I've seen a tree like this somewere... When was it? So long ago that I've forgotten... Under a sky where the clouds made sound as they moved. The black horizon swelled and from it grew a huge tree. It sucked the life from the ground... And it's pulsing branches reached up, as if to grasp something...

  • Boy: Maybe you, I and the fish only exist in the memory of a person who is long gone. Maybe no one really exists and it's only raining outside.