The director was bullied by the aristocracy when he was a child! I hated the nobles so much in my heart that I photographed them as if they were tormented in hell. . .

Francis 2022-03-23 09:02:49

The director estimates that he was bullied by the aristocratic class when he was a child! He deeply hates the aristocracy. . . .

He made a few sisters into the living dead who had to pretend to be alive despite suffering. . . .

They also photographed their husbands as depressed, suicidal, ugly and greasy people. . .

The director did it. Assuming that I am the person in this movie, I don't want to stay in that red house like hell for a moment.

But the problem is. . . . Back to reality, in the real red house, in fact, the song and dance are prosperous.

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Extended Reading
  • Scotty 2022-03-26 09:01:10

    Hamlet: "Did you see nothing?" Queen: "Nothing, but that's what I saw."

  • Kyleigh 2022-03-25 09:01:15

    Hysterical shouts, life is too deep or too much pain; whispers as low as mosquitoes, life is too much secret. Every year at family gatherings, I am the loneliest at this moment, become the most dispensable child, want to cry but whimper silently; every time a lover has a tryst, I am the most anxious at this time, become the most humble existence, want to whisper but cry bitterly. We came from the same womb, but we were alienated from each other. How to make people believe that there is still intimacy in this world.

Cries & Whispers quotes

  • Anna: [reading Agnes' journal entry] "Wednesday, the third of September. A chill in the air tells of autumn's approach, but the days are still lovely and mild. My sisters, Karin and Maria, have come to see me. It's wonderful to be together again like in the old days. I'm feeling much better. We were even able to take a stroll together. It was a wonderful experience, especially for me, since I haven't been outdoors for so long. We suddenly began to laugh and run toward the old swing that we hadn't used since we were children. We sat in it like three good little sisters and Anna pushed us, slowly and gently. All my aches and pains were gone. The people I'm most fond of in all the world were with me. I could hear them chatting around me. I could feel the presence of their bodies, the warmth of their hands. I wanted to cling to that moment, and I thought, "Come what may, this is happiness. I cannot wish for anything better. Now, for a few minutes, I can experience perfection and I feel profoundly grateful to my life, which gives me so much."

  • David: Come here, Marie. Come. Look in the mirror. You're beautiful. Perhaps even more than when we were together. But you've changed and I want you to see how. Now your eyes cast quick, calculating, side glances. You used to look ahead straightforwardly, openly, without disguise. Your mouth has a slightly hungry, dissatisfied expression. It used to be so soft. Your complexion is pale now. You wear makeup. Your fine, wide brow has four lines above each eye now. You can't see them in this light, but you can in the bright of day. You know what caused those lines?

    Maria: No.

    David: Indifference. And this fine contour from your ear to your chin is no longer so finely drawn - the result of too much comfort and laziness. And there, by the bridge of your nose. Why do you sneer so often? You see that? You sneer too often. You see it? And look under your eyes. The sharp, scarcely noticeable wrinkles from your boredom and impatience.

    Maria: Can you really see all that there?

    David: No, but I feel it when you kiss me.

    Maria: I think you're joking with me. I know where you see it.

    David: Where?

    Maria: In yourself. Because you and I are so alike.

    David: You mean in our selfishness, coldness and indifference?