Rubye 2022-03-23 09:02:48
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Consuelo 2022-03-25 09:01:15
7/10. The sympathy comes from Rey's innuendo to the Indians who abide by the tradition and don't make progress. The face of her aunt's kindness is likened to the silhouette on the wall of the gods. She can see through the situation and sing traditional songs in the night wind. The incident of the house being devastated by the wind forced the impoverished Indian family to give up sticking to the tradition. At the end, following the oil lamp at the bottom of the ox cart, the family moved out of the primitive jungle. In the empty mirror, a snake slid through the withered ancestral house, showing The irreparable regrets of childhood. Natural images continue to interpret the meaning of beauty: when the mother brushes her hair while watching her sister punish her for cleaning the yard, her sister’s upper body is deeply bent and close to the ground in a dance-like posture, the cats and dogs play under the eaves, and the aunt smiles and pours the leftover water on the weeds in the corner of the wall , the simple image eliminates the suffering of the elder sister being punished; the big vision in the opening chapter, the elder sister who stole the orchard hides beside the roots of the tree, and the walking posture of the fruit on the mother's head complements the mottled tree shadow; The winding paths, the reflections of the river, and the peddlers followed; the mysterious sound of the train attracts the brothers and sisters to look across the reeds and the railroad tracks, echoing in the quiet night when the elder sister passed away, forming a beautiful life experience.
Yvette 2022-03-27 09:01:14
The whole movie is actually very beautiful, and coupled with the special faces of the Indians, it has a kind of poetry that is almost Buddha-nature. But I feel that the plot is a bit scattered directly, so although I understand the meaning conveyed by the director, I just don't feel it. . .
Sarbojaya Ray: Listen - you lived in Benares a long time. Do people know you there?
Harihar Ray: Some certainly do.
Sarbojaya Ray: Isn't there a ghat by the river where priests sing and recite from the scriptures?
Harihar Ray: It's called Dashashamedh Ghat.
Sarbojaya Ray: They earn a lot there, right?
Harihar Ray: I suppose.
Sarbojaya Ray: Then let's go.
Harihar Ray: We can't do that.
Sarbojaya Ray: Why not?
Harihar Ray: How can we? I left there to return here to my ancestral home. I can't go the other direction now.
Sarbojaya Ray: This is my home now too. But just look at it. It's like living in the jungle. Jackals prowling around as soon as night falls. No neighbors to sit and talk to. When you're not here, I'm terribly uneasy. But you wouldn't understand. You eat and sleep and go about your work, unconcerned whether you're paid or not. I had lots of dreams too. All the things I wanted to do...
