When I was writing my thoughts, I just caught up with Dou Xianer's new poem "A Thousand Characters". This song made people stare at me, in a cloud of mist, and after listening to it, it seemed as if I had lost my mind. I felt like a fart that had been suffocated for a long time, and it was released all at once, very comfortable. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that good movies and good music are the same.
Both Abbas's "Gone with the Wind" and Dou Xian'er's "Thousand Characters" are obviously experimental in nature. As Abbas said in an interview, when he was officially filming, he only had a two-page outline and a very vague feeling in his hand. If it weren't for the Iranian village that attracted him and completed his movie, this experiment would always be held in his head like a fart.
During the 118 minutes of watching the movie, I was repeatedly thinking about "meaning" in my head. For example, what is the meaning of the photographer going to the village to shoot funerals? What is the significance of the TV station preparing such materials on the theme of funerals? What is the meaning of the protagonist's colleagues sleeping every day? What is the significance of the men in the village doing three jobs every day? ...Finally, there is an ultimate question. What is the meaning of the ubiquitous "wind" in the movie-the howling of the mountains, the swaying of leaves, the waves of wheat, the blown shirts and the homespun cloth?
At the beginning, I only felt that this film was a great satire of those phenomena that only seek meaning in doing things. Some people sweep the streets, some do farm work, some speculate in stocks, and some become bosses. We are all the same. But all problems started from a cave-in and a funeral, and they took a different direction. When everything in life is destined to be like death, as the wind fades and is as meaningless as a fart, life itself is denied. In the movie, an adult said: Humans are like machines. If they don’t work, they are dead. At this time we were shocked by a huge sense of nothingness, stalked like a wooden chicken. "Should a man be a machine, or should he be a man himself?" This loss of meaning of life is like the fear of death, holding the brain.
In fact, people are constantly discussing meaning, and this matter itself is meaningless. Meaning can only be given in relationships. Even in extreme cases, when there is only one person in the world, that person is meaningless, or meaning does not exist. At this time, the meaning itself is negated.
The reason why modern society emphasizes meaning so much is because people's relationships are more complex and changeable than ever before. The relationship arises at any time, and it breaks at any time. Honesty and contract have become empty words. People are forcibly endowed with relationships, consumed by outsiders, and dispelled by outsiders. Meaning becomes a commodity, a combination of interests, and becomes something that can be priced.
The value of life is constantly weighed by the compensation in litigation after lawsuit. Work is constantly weighed by income, power, and influence. The children were constantly weighed by their transcripts, certificates, and appearance.
Meaning is dispelled by assignment.
When everything is meaningless, how is it different from a fart? So this article discussing the meaning of the movie itself is like farting, meaningless. If it is sent out, it will also be criticized-"what is the thing" and "has no value", and it will be forcibly put into a certain value standard for judgment.
Let the movie become the movie itself, let the music become the music itself, and let good movies and good music fart.
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