, when I have forgotten you, forgotten all adventures like this Because of the habit of pure forgetting, I will remember you as a symbol of love oblivion, I will recall this Story as the fear of oblivion.
——Hiroshima,
I finally calmed down and watched this movie. My purpose was not simple, because half a century ago, the new wave legend of the art world that made people yearn, the bright stars shining on the left bank of the Seine, that work Alain Resnais, known as "films de art". However, when the disc was turned, it was the film itself that attracted me more than the halo that these gave it. This is really a deep spiritual world that is difficult to enter, and then difficult to get out of.
The pain of the skin, the outer world and the inner world: the
lens intersects between the physical entanglement of two people and the scars of war. For a long time, I couldn't see the faces of the hero and heroine, only saw a woman's hand sinking into a man's back, stroking constantly. The footage fades to the victims in the hospital beds, who feel being watched, turn their heads indifferently and slowly to glance, and then turn back. The camera returns to the hands and backs of the two people, and then fades out again, showing the ruins of Hiroshima, the peace sculpture of Kenzo Tange, the memorial hall... In this way, the woman repeats the whispers like poetry, while the man is always there Denying her words, he said, in Hiroshima, you can't see anything...
Yes, in Hiroshima, you see a lot, but you don't see anything, you can't see the thick smoke that drowns the whole city, Can't see the wreckage all over the place. The city's architecture has been restored, a brand new Hiroshima has been built, and the rubble left by the atomic bomb cannot be seen. This is Hiroshima captured by the camera, a Hiroshima that has restored order, and the scars hidden in the depths, the deformed children due to nuclear pollution, the mutated animals, the lingering pain in people's hearts, More intense emotions can be triggered at any time.
We see that the camera is capturing a person's inner and outer worlds: the material world and the spiritual world. Just like the Cubist expression technique of stacking objects from multiple angles on the same canvas, the director shows the woman from two angles in one scene. The status of the protagonist. More realistic and richer than narrating and replicating objective reality is the language of images, and the superimposed footage is more shocking than a documentary that is simply tracked.
Desperate love, the truth of time and space:
For the forgotten things, it is not the real forgetting, they are deeply hidden in our subconscious, and once similar events happen, they will be awakened again. The Ebbinghaus forgetting curve reveals the speed at which we forget, a memory curve that slides off quickly and then gradually becomes slower over time.
She watched with grief as the anti-war parade passed by when he showed up and they fell in love. This exotic man suddenly recalled her girlhood memories. War, scars, human feelings, individual feelings, several sensitive points are intertwined, and these two people from different countries and different occupations fall in love, and the slowly forgotten memories suddenly appear in general indistinct fragments, more and more. clearer. In a late-night bar, to this unfamiliar Hiroshima man, for the first time, she revealed her heart, every detail of her first love, the German soldier who once fell in love with her was shot and killed by the villagers on the day of the liberation of her hometown, because she fell in love with the enemy And was reprimanded, had her hair cut, and was insane. The memory became clearer, the pain and despair of the year were replicated in her, and she went crazy again.
The day she left Neville for Paris was the day Hiroshima was in ruins.
Hiroshima bar late at night, Neville during the German occupation; Hiroshima architect, German soldier. Deconstructing people's hearts, there are so many meeting points, at this meeting point, we can't distinguish the past, present, here, there; we also can't know our feelings, it is a fictional past, It is still a displaced spiritual home, where we do not know where we came from and where we are going. When the camera switches to the past again and again, the strange nostalgia remains in the passing years, permeating this quiet and dim bar, permeating the night before parting.
The more you forget, the more you remember:
In the bar, he said: Years later, when I have forgotten you, all adventures like this because of the sheer habit of forgetting, I will remember you as a symbol of love oblivion, and I will recall this story as the fear of oblivion.
Tomorrow, she will leave Hiroshima.
There has never been a longer or more difficult time. They parted at the bar and she was going to forget him. It is important to know that the forgotten things have nothing to do with us, because they cannot touch the emotional fluctuations in our hearts, like an extinct volcano, they once erupted but fell silent.
She couldn't go back to the empty hotel, she turned to go out, in this silent night. The camera switches from what our eyes see to what she sees, she wanders the streets of the city, the streets of the city slowly swim in her eyes, the low eaves, the walls between the walls. Shadows, dark blue night sky. What better way to evacuate the pain of parting than repeated wandering? She chose to forget, but tried her best to capture every visible and invisible texture of the city.
They met again, and she seemed determined to throw away the time before parting so that she could forget it. She came to the station and he followed her. In this manned parting place, she still could not settle down. Again at the bar, it was the dark hours before dawn, and he sat down at a table opposite her, relatively speechless. I felt a growing emotional stalemate in the air between the two of them, and the tension made my heart ache. The movie is so slow, slowly accumulating our emotional pressure, sinking deeper and deeper, this is a spiritual world that is difficult to come out of.
At her hotel, they were still strangers, and she called him: "Hiroshima" and he called her: "Never".
At this moment, a piece of love has quietly sunk into the history of two people, into the history of two countries.
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