She trapped him in a deep lair, and the sultry breath suffocated him. He once wanted to escape, but the feelings of a lonely man and a widow were induced in the dorm room! He would rather guard the spring in the cave.
What traps people is the lingering enchanting...
Even if you have a boat, you are trapped in a dry desert, you can only pray silently, the poisonous sunshine is blocked by clouds.
The opening of the film is very creative, the lens shows the situation and position of man in nature in a pull-shot from the gravel in the high-power microscope. In the boundless sand sea, people are so insignificant. When you focus on the little worm, you suddenly realize that you can only be hopeless in the desert, and even this wriggling worm can kill you. laugh at.
Since the birth of words and paper, we have been surrounded by symbols and numbers, such as names, account numbers, ID cards, etc. If we lose this identification, how will we see the relationship between ourselves and the entire human society, we can only rely on These symbols and data confirm our relationship with the world.
The human condition has always been the subject of attention of modern writers. The predicament depicted by the original author of "The Sand Girl" by Abe Kobo is an invisible chain that society gives to the individual. The individual is vulnerable on this chain. What is existence? What is the meaning of existence? What can we do when we are alone and when we meet? Will this man walking alone in the desert remember the thought-provoking beetle at the end of Kafka's pen under the vicious sunlight? The film depicts human loneliness and the conscious and unintentional choices made to relieve loneliness with an existential brush. The film repeatedly pursues the value and meaning of life, and allows individuals to see our compromise to reality and our reaction to ourselves in order to create the objective conditions for human existence.
In this boundless desert, it is destined to force people to think about the living state of man and his own situation, and when the villagers guide him to the sand cave, he has no way of knowing what awaits him.
Man, in the whirlpool of fate, becomes a lonely worm, waiting for God's redemption.
And he, step by step toward the future that fate gave him, what kind of possibility would a gentle female voice in the dark be.
The house at the bottom of the dunes will drown all the voices and hopes. When you are in it, all you can do is to rely on yourself to fight against despair. At least, hard work is the only bright color of survival, allowing you to spend all the unbearable memories and yesterday. . For tomorrow, we create hope with our hearts.
Man, because of his desire, has a longing for the future, just like he hopes that an insect can be named after him, man, groping towards the unpredictable future.
The almost black scene adds to the confusion of people's situation. Where will the looming inner curve in the black lead him.
He wanted to go out, but the quicksand made his efforts in vain again and again, he fell into the game, and had to wait for a miracle in this small place.
The cramped space, the naked encounter, a certain enzyme will catalyze the subtle changes between men and women, she helped him scrub his body, he gradually got used to this imprisoned situation, human beings, in order to live, habits can change everything, Time is like an hourglass, slowly smoothing out resistance and consuming any will of people.
Between being imprisoned and imprisoned, it is the mind's awareness of this concept. The days of work, sand removal, and life are as unremarkable as gravel. She trapped him in the deep lair, suffocating him with the dank breath. He once wanted to escape, but the feelings of a lonely man and a widow were induced in the dorm room!
His hand caressed her naked back, and her murmur contained long-suppressed desire and joy for the male root. She was waiting for him to take her violently, for undressing, for Ganlu to dispel her desires, and for the clouds and rain. The clear spring fills the deep pool.
Her eyes are scattered and blurred, and her lips will make indistinct voices. She has waited for a long time, in the days when there is no surplus, in every long night that is difficult to sleep. Her hands trembled and stroked his broad buttocks, pressing him tightly against the body she longed for. She felt the totem rising in the ground, she felt the digging of her body and mind, and she searched for the spout of the spring in the dry land.
Her curves are as round as a dune, her groin is as unfathomable as a dune, and his hands are slowly scrubbing her, and the autumn grass in her will irrigate the hope of spring. In the end, they faded away everything and entangled like scorpions in the depths of the desert.
Takemitsu's music seemed ethereal and restless at this moment, like a siren singing a song of spring in the dark night, she lay on her back, waiting for his big hand to soften every inch of her longing, she sensed every passion on his back. Sweat, he experienced the spring water flowing slowly in the desert, like the midnight sand sea whizzing back to the deep.
The bird's sky is no longer hope, and the woman makes him entwined like a radish, so many arrogant and ambitious men bow down.
Everything that everyone experiences from birth to death is called the full meaning of life, the mark of being alive is some kind of correspondence, and one's world is absurd.
He seemed to acquiesce to the situation, she seemed to have a direction of dependence, but they had different ideas in each other's hearts, but the moment he fled, he was actually destined to return to the cave of the sand dunes, in the world of collective conspiracy , he still has no way to escape.
At the moment he made the bird trap after returning to the dunes, he had lost the consciousness of struggle, he had bowed his head and became an accomplice in his own bondage. The situation made his wish gradually only a hollow shell of a dream, and he no longer had the passion to strive to vibrate and fly. Day, drags everyone into its cell, tomorrow, tomorrow. There is still a breath of tomorrow!
The god of nature gave them a child, and he was accustomed to take on everything. Although, there was still a desire to leave from time to time, but it was just a wish.
For men, women are the sand sea, a boundless sand sea, and you, living in it, can't predict the future.
In this fable-like film, the helplessness and despair of individuals in nature (quicksand) are fully expressed. The scene of the sand dunes is magnificent, and the scene of gravel collapse is really thrilling, which makes human beings seem small and helpless. .
The subtitle part of the film is very delicate. It uses the seals and handprints that Japanese people accompany throughout their lives to symbolize the identification of socialized people. When we are only left with ourselves, our lives lose their reference. Such an existence It's blind and mournful, because the voice you make no longer corresponds and echoes.
Japanese law stipulates that a person whose whereabouts are unknown for more than seven years is sentenced to be missing...
At this moment, he, a biologist, Mr. Niki Junpei, has ceased to exist in terms of law and society.
The sand sea is still an endless sand sea.
【Note】The Girl of Sand Japan 1964 Black & White
【Director】Hiroshi Teshigahara
【Starring】Eiji Okada, Kishida Kishiko
【Main Awards】The 1964 Cannes Film Festival Jury Special Award
【Note 2】(Director Introduction) Edict Kawara Hiroshi: The famous Japanese director, the flower arrangement Kusuetsukai Kamoto. Born in Tokyo in 1927. Graduated from the Faculty of Fine Arts of Tokyo University of the Arts in 1951. In the same year, he founded the publication "Cao Yue", and participated in the establishment of a new generation group to promote the new ikebana movement. In the same year, he established a young independent producer. In 1953, he directed "Hokusai" for the first time, under the supervision of Fumio Kamei. In 1957, Film 59 was established to carry out the "avant-garde film movement". In 1963, he directed "The Lady of Sand". He was a judge for the Academy Awards at the American ArtScience Film Festival. In 1980, he served as the "avant-garde flower path" Soyue Hui Jiayuan. Representative films include "Sunagawa", "Trap", "Flower Arrangement", "The Face of Others" (1966), "Burning Map" (1968), "Summer Soldier" (1972) and so on. He visited China and performed flower arrangements. His father entrusted Kawara Cangfeng to be the former president of the Flower Arrangement Soyuki Society and the founder of the Flower Arrangement Soyuki Ryu. Died in Tokyo on April 14, 2001 due to acute lymphoblastic leukemia, at the age of 74 [Text source: (China Reading News) Ogi, Nagumo]
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