still in the mirror

Andreanne 2022-03-23 09:02:48

What is it that shoots in a beam of light through that wall

and points you in the direction of your pursuit

You have a strong desire

that when the door opens, you think you'll see his

father's notes, copying the painting of your nervous breakdown

If it can also be called art,

I already feel that it is difficult for me to survive in the new world

, but you can, as long as you find what you are looking for,

but I don't know what

God I am looking for? Then please give me God's instructions

You say, longing and giving, doubting and trusting

our love is proof that

our love is with God

You say that and think so, and I'll be free of fear and despair But

it's not so...

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  • Winnifred 2022-03-17 09:01:06

    The plot adopts a progressive narrative method, advanced and obscure, but the core belief problem is highlighted with the onset of the illness only halfway through the movie. It seems that the atmosphere and logic are asymmetry, which is really inadequate, just like AN Lundkewei Stur’s evaluation: (Bergman) seems to pin his beliefs on inspiration and art as much as possible, like a kind of self-sufficient magic, but then he put on a layer of misleading to a certain extent Maybe it’s just to prevent yourself from exposing too much... The unclear content and purpose often lead to Bergman’s movies uncomfortable but interesting, seductive and challenging. The reason is precisely because of this. Vagueness, this is the dilemma of art, which not only pushes him forward, but also risks being dragged down, because this is both his strength and his weakness

  • Theodore 2022-03-20 09:02:23

    It's another work that makes me feel stretched. The way of speaking and behavior lacks the breath of life, and it is more literary and dramatic. The last point is that love is God, and if there is love around, there is God around.

Through a Glass Darkly quotes

  • Fredrik: Father, I'm scared. When I was hugging Karin in the boat, reality was revealed. Do you know what I mean?

    David: I do.

    Fredrik: Reality was revealed, and I collapsed. It's like a dream. Anything can happen. Anything.

    David: I know.

    Fredrik: I can't live in this new world.

    David: Yes, you can. But you must have a support.

    Fredrik: What kind of support? You mean a God? Give me a proof of his existance. You can't.

    David: I can. But you gotta pay attention to what I say.

    Fredrik: Yes. I need to listen.

    David: I can only tell you a thought of my own hopes. It is to know that love exists for real in the human world.

    Fredrik: A sort of special love, I suppose?

    David: All kinds of it. The bigger and the smaller, the most absurd one and the most sublime one. All kinds of love.

    Fredrik: What about the desire for love?

    David: Desire and denying. Trust and distrust.

    Fredrik: Then love is the proof?

    David: I don't know if love is the proof of God's existance or if it's God itself.

    Fredrik: To you, love and God are the same thing.

    David: That thought makes me feel less empty; Makes my desperation less worse.

    Fredrik: Go on, dad.

    David: All of a sudden, emptiness turns into abundance, and desperation turns into life. It's like a temporary death's sentence strike.

    Fredrik: Dad... if it's like how you say it is, then God is all over Karin. We love her so much.

    David: Yes.

    Fredrik: Can't that help her?

    David: I think so.

  • Fredrik: Hey! Be careful now. Keep away from me. Stop hugging and kissing me. Stop sunbathing half naked. You disgust me. You know very well what I mean. Women are horrible. How they smell and move around, how they stick out their stomachs, how they comb their hair and talk. Makes me feel like a skinned rabbit!

    Karin: Poor boy.

    Fredrik: Thanks. I can give myself all the pity I want.