Yesterday, I watched "Underground" at the Film Archive. In fact, when I first learned that the film lasted for three hours, I was very resistant. I even went out without makeup, and when I passed by a convenience store, I bought yogurt and gummies with confidence, just in case. needs.
I didn't expect the movie to be very good, completely beyond my expectations. The scene at the end where all the characters are singing and laughing on the isolated island brought tears to my eyes. After the screening, I told my friends that it was the best movie I've ever seen (more cautiously, the most moving anti-war movie I've seen in recent years). How do I shape it? Absurdity, magical realism, black humor, from initial surprise to shock to unparalleled moving, this is an epic film that mixes various elements such as politics, religion, love, etc. It is a moving film dedicated to Yugoslavia by the director. Elegy, "Once upon a time there was a country called Yugoslavia, and the capital was Belgrade." Three reunions that impressed me the most - Black Boy watching Marco and Natalie's burning wheelchairs revolve endlessly in front of the upside-down Jesus statue; symbol In the dying river, Hei Zai gathers with the most important people in his life; at the end, there is a floating island, and everyone sings happily about the new life.
Even though the film uses countless symbolic metaphors for politics, I will occasionally think of the phrase "Communism is a huge basement", but in the final analysis, politics is nothing more than a struggle with the self. The little drops of water condensed in the long river of history, after being pierced, spewed out majestic emotions. Just as I am reluctant to use words to evaluate the profoundness of the film's connotation and taste the ingenuity of the film's language, I am more inclined to the momentary feeling this great film brings to me. I wonder who could have such a burning affection for their country, or what kind of country it was that could be so deeply missed. This reminds me of one of Ai Qing's most famous verses, "Because I love this land so much" - a moment like this that reminds me of my own country, and when a land that teaches hatred can breed loving people with great literary works?
When I was watching "Underground", I also thought, what if I hadn't watched "Year Zero" before? The similarity between the two is limited to the same theme of World War II, but "Year Zero" brought me not only historical common sense, but more importantly, through the details of the social phenomena described in the book, I began to use a new perspective (such as I have never reflected on the trend of sexual liberation that followed in 1945) I truly understand the war, which is why I can better understand "Underground", understand the director's hatred, contempt and love, and finally I no longer indulge in revolution of "romance".
I think the greatness of literary and artistic works is that there must be common points between literary and artistic works of different eras, different themes and even different forms, and they shine with similar brilliance. However, the nature of this connection is extremely secret, private and even unspeakable. It is only through the imitation and practice of life that the epiphany can be realized. Today, I accidentally read an article that denounced the horrific phenomenon of "witch hunting" on the Internet. Netizens gave one star to a series of Japanese movies represented by "The Fruit of Life". When asked why, it was because the protagonist Shuichi Tsuda A war criminal, even though he was drafted into the navy for less than eight months before Japan's defeat, and never set foot in Chinese territory. I think it would be great if the indignant netizens had watched "The Man Returning Alive", no, any of the works I mentioned above will do, and they will surely repent at that time. Uncontrollable grief and pain.
In fact, as early as a few years ago, I gradually developed such a view that although human beings are in the center of the chaotic universe, every literary and artistic work is like a tenacious thin thread, which is closely connected with symbols of happiness and despair. And the heavy white beads hovering between the two; each thin thread intersects each other vertically and horizontally, weaving into a circular dome shimmering with dazzling white light, we listen to the sound of the white beads rubbing and colliding with each other, scattered in various places. The unease at the place is carefully collected and reorganized, it still exists and will exist forever, but it is perceived, understood, and even enjoyed in a more "friendly" form; we are bathed in fiery light, Reflecting the shimmer of self.
But I was not able to convince myself completely. I recalled that I complained to my friends before. At that time, I just finished watching "The Golden Pavilion", and I was a little "annoyed" after reading it. It is better to say that many movies and books left my first impression. It's all like that, regardless of the text, it's all about being ignorant and lacking in perception. Admittedly, I often have a paranoid longing for "sure". I worry about whether the words can accurately convey my heart; I worry about my ignorance of literary and artistic works (the world), which makes me feel very depressed, as if I captured the essence of life at a certain moment, but because of my mediocrity Let it slip away in vain.
Of course, I, who are keen to ask and answer myself, have also tried to answer, in my cognition, the first point is the relationship between ideas and words. I thought the first task was to have the courage to face and overcome the fears buried deep in my heart and put my thoughts on the pen. If the idea is the negative, the writing is the process of development, and the final text is the photo itself. The quality of a photo depends on the quality of the film, the exposure accuracy when shooting, and the technical level of the developer. Just like the generation of an article, in most cases, the initial reliance on the desire to write inspired by a flash of inspiration or a long-standing belief; secondly, the challenge of skills, through the use of logic and the grasp of the degree of relaxation , the integration of language, so that vague ideas into words. I think it is possible to improve the accuracy of writing only by practicing hard.
Then the second point, since the quality of the film will affect the quality of the finished film, even if the literary and artistic works do not involve the judgment of good and bad, is it possible that the only form of existence of some works is itself? Thoughts or even words are not their inevitable destination. Through one work, I explore the veins of a series of works - certain thoughts illuminated me at the moment of their birth, and then turned into a huge and useless sunset floating between the earth and the dome.
I'm not sure. But in the end, I would like to end this article with the "Kinkakuji" that "annoyed" me, as one of the practices of putting ideas on the pen. In my understanding, the Kinkakuji Temple in Mizoguchi’s heart symbolizes the eternal and eternal beauty of beauty. Since there is already an absolute in the world, then everything other than this (including life itself) is futile, naturally and reasonable. This is the reason for the Kinkakuji Temple. Unfortunately, however, it is absolutely not destroyed by the destruction of its carrier, but absolutely only disappears with knowledge.
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