I'll try to translate "Bonedog" too, because it makes me want to cry

Maegan 2022-03-21 09:02:33

I saw the short comment that it is inappropriate to classify this film as a "thriller", but I think there is still some truth in it. Entering the spiritual world of others by mistake is like breaking into a river of another world, with turbulent waves everywhere. The rapid flow dominates and engulfs everything, and the madness and confusion endured by individuals are beyond the reach of films generally labeled as "thriller".

It's called "Bonedog".

In addition to the madness, retrospect, and confusion of the narrative (time passes through every particle like a turbulent flow), the signs of breaking into the spiritual world of others, there are also repeated longing and awareness, watching people as intruders being discovered and driven, even To be displayed and slaughtered, the meaning of horror here is similar to the most flavorful part in "A Midsummer Night's Fright"; this kind of gaze that appears many times in the film is calling the viewer's choice, which is to be tempted to become that

Bonedog dirty

Coming home is terrible

whether the dogs lick your face or not

whether you have a wife

or just a wife-shaped loneliness waiting for you

Coming home is terrible lonely

so that you think of the oppressive barometric pressure

back with you have just come from with fondness

because everything's worse once you're home

You think of the vermin clingling to the grass stalks

long hours on the road, roadside assistance and ice creams

and the peculiar shapes of certain clouds

and silence with longing, because you did not want to return

Coming home is

just awful

And the home-style silence and clouds

contribute to nothing but the general malaise

Clouds, such as they are, are in fud suspect

and made from a different material than those you left behind

You yourself were cut from a different cloudy cloth

returned, retained

ill-met by moonlight

unhappy to be back, slack in all the wrong spots

seamy suit of clothes, dishrag-ratty, worst

You return home

moon-landed, foreign is like an alien landed on the moon

The Earth's gravitation pull

an effort now redoubled

dragging your shoelaces loose

and your shoulders

etching deeper the stanza of worry on your forehead

You return home deepened

a parched well linked to tomorrow

by a frail strand of

anyway cycle

You sigh into the onslaught of identical days

one might as well, at a time

Well okay

anyway, you're back

The sun goes up and down like a tired whore

The weather immobile like a broken limb

while you just keep getting older

Nothing moves, but the shifting tides of salt in your body

Your vision blurs

You carry your weather with you

the big,blue whale

a skeletal darkness

You come back

with X-ray vision

your eyes have become a hunger

You come home with your mutant gifts

to a house of bone

Everything you see now

All of it

bone is bone

When reading "with X-ray vision", the female protagonist's eyes have become a kind of X-ray that crosses the screen, with a sharp sense of perspective, no wonder the male protagonist said "you are good at reciting"; this poem and Most of the plot and atmosphere in the film can be echoed - the dog, the ice cream, the long drive, you and your climate are inseparable, going home - it is a perfect embellishment and main axis

It can be known from the later part of the film that this poem is from "Rootten Perfect Mouth" and is signed EVA HD

I like her poems very much, here only refers to "Bonedog"

There are many games of words and pictures in the film, and the terrible here and the hand stretched out behind are undoubtedly a perfect echo, which reminds me of "What Remains of Edith Finch"

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Extended Reading
  • Zack 2022-01-05 08:01:59

    Very 2020, a very powerless movie. The fusion of various elements of the film and the nonlinearity of the drama try to simulate the abstractness of human thinking and the uncanny change of time, which seems to be something Kaufman likes to explore. The awkwardness of the lines in the first half of the film, the pause in the dialogue and even the actor's stuttering created a significant sense of influx in watching the movie, causing a strong desire to "end everything" like the protagonist. Time seems to be quantum entangled, and the aging and sickness of father-in-law and mother-in-law are all spread out before their eyes. The movies, music, suicide writers, unhealthy feelings, parents, youth, operas, people and their stories mentioned in the film will all end, and it is not up to you to decide, and even will be redefined after the end. I think, therefore I am. The infiniteness of thinking may be the ultimate freedom of man.

  • Bell 2022-03-27 09:01:13

    1. COMPLETE AUTHOR MOVIES. It can be said that this is an essay by Kaufman. Like the "eyes like X-rays" written in "Bone Dog", he slowly told us all his worries about the current society. The story line is like what the heroine said, "People like to think of themselves as the point of time, but I think the opposite is true. We are still, and it is time that passes through us like a cold wind. And tonight, I feel like I am That gust of wind" 2. "It's like a dream, but I'm still very moved when I wake up" is what I want to say about this movie. There is beauty and tenderness hidden under the horror, bizarre, and weird, and it is definitely worth watching again. The lines are great! Excellent performance by the male and female lead! The mood for a few long takes is so natural...and of course my favorite Toni Clette! ! ! She is really good 3. Elderly support, school violence, sexual harassment, class differences (or the gap between the rich and the poor), native family, sexual orientation... Any problem can make people devastated, but modern people are generally omnipotent. arrive. Are we sure that the pressure God puts on us is within our tolerance range?

I'm Thinking of Ending Things quotes

  • Janitor: What does your boyfriend look like?

    Young Woman: It's hard to describe people. It was so long ago, I barely remember. I mean... We never even talked, is the truth. I'm not even sure I registered him. There's a lot of people. I was there with my girlfriend... We were celebrating our anniversary, stopped in for a drink, and then this guy kept looking at me. It's a nuisance. The occupational hazard of... of being a female. You can't even go for a drink. Always being looked at. He was a creeper! You know? And I remember thinking, I wish my boyfriend was here. Which is... That's sort of sad, that being a woman, the only way a guy leaves you alone is if you're with another guy. Like, if... like... like you've been claimed. Like you're property, even then. Anyway, I can't... I can't remember what he looks like. Why would I? Nothing happened. Maybe it was just... I think it was just... Just one of thousands of such non-interactions in my life. It's like asking me to describe a mosquito that bit me on an evening 40 years ago. Well, you haven't seen anyone fitting that description, have you?

  • The Voice: It's not bad, once you stop feeling sorry for yourself because you're just a pig, or, even worse, a pig infested with maggots. Someone has to be a pig infested with maggots, right? It might as well be you. It's the luck of the draw. You play the hand you're dealt. You make lemonade. You... you move on. You don't worry about a thing.