existentialism

Vaughn 2022-03-31 09:01:09

Four stars for all the works of art that I can't touch but have a great reputation, such as the perfume that I had a hard time consuming, the young Werther, the lover who was immediately dismissed by the so-called amazing opening, and the Kafka collection that I was nibbling on.

"The Horse of Turin" is the same for me. The lack of repetition and the beauty of the shots do not need to be repeated, but the so-called personal feelings of the theme have a general relationship with Nietzsche.

I watched it because of Nietzsche's gimmick, but Nietzsche originally only existed in the narration at the beginning. The so-called God is dead, isn't it Nietzsche's helpless verdict on the collapsed world order? It seems to me that what is always in the heart of all artists on the edge of talent is a fervent, raw, wild and unadorned love for the world, Dostoevsky is, Nietzsche is, Van Gogh is, Gogh is even more.

Returning to the film itself, the so-called seven days of destruction, the so-called survival predicament, must it rely on this extremely harsh external environment and boring real life to reveal and manifest it? On the contrary, the process of watching the movie aroused my memory of existentialism at that moment, and that moment suddenly descended into the heart, the strong disgust that could not be eliminated, the freedom that had no resistance to the order of reality, nor weakness, wouldn’t it be a more profound and fatal survival dilemma ? But even under such a calm shell and irresistible fate, you can still feel the vitality gushing in your blood and the never-ending light of thought. Because people have thoughts, every second carried by the body can be regarded as existence.

I did not watch the movie alone. After the screening, several audience members actively shared their insights, which sounded interesting, but I lacked that strong sense of being touched. Maybe because I was deeply troubled by existence as early as a few years ago, and I repeatedly consumed myself in the frenzy and anger, but what can people do? The parents of the body, you cannot easily destroy them. As long as one survives for a lifetime, as an ordinary person, one must obey the order of life, and in a truly harsh and painful environment, the beautiful but hurtful petals will not bloom easily. The discussion and comprehension of the meaning of existence is not the melancholy and feelings for a moment after drinking a glass of wine, but the confusion and sword in the world sober. My admiration for Somerset Maugham is precisely here, and he has reached the height of making jokes about life in simple terms.

I am far from being a senior fan of niche movies, and the hurried heavy rain in Guangzhou has also drowned me, making it impossible for me to immerse myself in watching movies leisurely and comfortably. People realize the worthlessness of life, and have an epiphany, but if they can turn around and float soberly above the glitz and hustle of the world after this vastness, they can have or lose, enjoy or cut off. This is my existentialism.

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  • Alexander 2022-04-07 09:01:06

    I feel that my role here is as much as Nietzsche (who is about to/has/always be in chaos), as well as as a coachman, and sometimes as a horse driven into service in the cold wind. Everything is so desperate, the grey road leads to a funeral. There are so many metaphors that everything is understood unmistakably.

  • Burley 2022-03-29 08:01:02

    Watching this film in a house without air conditioning has a miraculous effect of cooling, and the cold wind feels like it's blowing out of the screen. The neighbor's monologue was impressive: because whatever they touched brought it down, and they touched everything... Heaven is theirs, and they have all we can dream of. And those noble, great, remarkable people just stand there...

The Turin Horse quotes

  • Narrator: In Turin on the 3rd of January 1889, Friedrich Nietzsche steps out of the doorway of number six, Via Carlo Albert, perhaps to take a stroll, perhaps to go by the post office to collect his mail. Not far from him, the driver of a hansome cab is having trouble with a stubborn horse. Despite all his urging, the horse refuses to move, whereupon the driver - Giuseppe? Carlo? Ettore? - loses his patience and takes his whip to it. Nietzsche comes up to the throng and puts an end to the brutal scene caused by the driver, by this time foaming at the mouth with rage. For the solidly built and full-moustached gentleman suddenly jumps up to the cab and throws his arms around the horse's neck, sobbing. His landlord takes him home, he lies motionless and silent for two days on a divan until he mutters the obligatory last words "Mutter, ich bin dumm!" and lives for another ten years, silent and demented, under the care of his mother and sisters. We do not know what happened to the horse.

  • Bernhard: Everything's in ruins, everything's been degraded, but I could say that they've ruined and degraded everything, because this is not some kind of cataclysm coming about with so-called "innocent" human aid, on the contrary, it's about man's own judgment over his own self, which of course God has a big hand in, or, dare I say, takes part in, and whatever he takes part in is the most ghastly creation that you can imagine, because, you see, the world has been debased, so it doesn't matter what I say because everything has been debased that they've acquired and since they've acquired everything in a sneaky, underhanded fight, they've debased everything, because whatever they touch, and they touch everything, they've debased; this is the way it was until the final victory, until the triumphant end; acquire, debase, debase, acquire; or I can put it differently if you'd like, to touch, debase and thereby acquire, or touch, acquire and thereby debase; it's been going on like this for centuries, on, on and on; this and only this, sometimes on the sly, sometimes rudely, sometimes gently, sometimes brutally, but it has been going on and on; yet only in one way; like a rat attacks from ambush; because for this perfect victory it was also essential that the other side, that is, everything's that's excellent, great in some way and noble, should not engage in any kind of fight, there shouldn't be any kind of struggle, just the sudden disappearance of one side meaning the disappearing of the excellent, the great, the noble, so that by now the winners who have won by attacking from ambush rule the earth and there isn't a single tiny nook where one can hide something from them because everything they can lay their hands on is theirs, even things that they can't reach but they do reach are also theirs; the heavens are already theirs and theirs are all our dreams; theirs is the moment, nature, infinite silence; even immortality is theirs, you understand?; everything, everything is lost forever, and those many nobles, great and excellent just stood there, if I can put it that way; they stopped at this point and had to understand and had to accept that there is neither God nor gods, and the excellent, the great and the noble had to understand and accept this right from the beginning, but, of course, they were quite incapable of understanding it, they believed it and accepted it but they didn't understand it; they just stood there, bewildered but not resigned until something, that flash on the mind, finally enlightened them, and all at once they realized that there is neither God nor gods; all at once they saw that there is neither good nor bad; then they saw and understood that if this was so then they themselves did not exist either; you see, I reckon this may have been the moment when we can say that they were extinguished, they burnt out; extinguished and burnt out like the fire left to smolder in the meadow; one was the constant loser, the other was the constant victor; defeat, victory, defeat, victory; and one day, here in the neighborhood I had to realize and I did realize that I was mistaken, I was truly mistaken when I thought that there had never been and could never be any kind of change here on earth; because, believe me, I know now that this change has indeed taken place.