And the number of words in the short review is too short, so I simply write a long review.

Robin 2022-03-24 09:01:52

I have only seen "The Seventh Seal" of Bergman's films, and I liked his style at the time. The undisguised stutters of the camera, the muttering psychopaths, explore the thoughts that the director himself has tossed around. Watching his films is very tiring, and you can't stop thinking about what the director wants to say. When you figure it out, or are still confused, it's time for the film to end. So this kind of film is not suitable for sitting in a movie theater surrounded by popcorn or chatting to watch. Now it is difficult for me to imagine how the audience back then went to support Bergman's field, and even now can guard a screen, Without interruption, I can be distracted during the process. Bergman's dedication to the long narrative and the psychological process of searching for answers must be placed in front of the audience. Whether you accept it or not, I'm just saying what I think about me, and Bergman's ascetic obsession can only deepen the film's obscurity.

Let's go back to "Masquerade". At the beginning, I felt like I was watching a horror movie. All kinds of bizarre fragments were only accompanied by bizarre music. In addition, the comments on the playback page were almost one-sided and said that it was a bad movie, which made me suspicious. I opened the wrong page myself, and it wasn't until Bergman's name appeared on the screen that I realized it was the director's intention again. Before the 80-minute period, a B-level film element was piled up. What do you want to do?

After that, the film began to be formally narrated. Like "The Seventh Seal", the set was so simple and deserted that the actors began to speak rambling words and use all kinds of close-ups. However, the psychological meaning of this film is obviously much stronger than that of "The First". From the second party's speech but not entering the country, you can feel a faint sense of crampedness and control, and it also arouses the audience's desire to explore. Coupled with the setting of the set, the fluttering white gauze, the empty room, the emptiness of the dream is about to emerge. So, if you say you don't understand it, or you don't understand it like me, it's just because psychological movies are not easy to understand. For example, "Eight and a Half".

The first half of the movie is actually about personal fears. Whether it is tore up his son's photo or stare at the Vietnamese monk who set himself on fire, it all plays a leading and foil role in the uncontrollable fear of Uman. For the first time, the director pointed out that Uman's fear was through the doctor's mouth - as an actor, Uman felt that life was a disguise, so he refused to use words to whitewash himself. After that, the two heroines entered the mode of getting along with each other. Because they refused to speak, Miss Anderson, the nurse who took care of her, had to keep talking and confessed herself. After chatting again and again, she finally removed her mask, and she was not. The person who claimed to have no chance of cheating even played 4P and then had an abortion. And she has also become the research object of Uman in the repeated confessions. Finally, after reading Uman's letter to the doctor, Anderson realized that he had been deceived, and the two had a big fight, which led to a journey of fusion.

I watched this movie, and I was confused at first, and I saw that in the end, Anderson pointed out the reason why Uman refused to speak, and then I vaguely felt that Anderson was just Uman's alter ego. She examines, she expresses, she exposes, she replaces. She is the appearance of Uman. On that rainy night, Anderson confessed herself, and Uman actually spoke for the first time. Uman spoke, which means she showed her true self. I saw other film critics say that this 4P dissection actually has the same meaning as Uman's desire for an abortion. The two have something in common, so I think this is the same, that is, Uman began to admit Anderson and his other The self is the same first step. After that, the two looked at themselves silently in the mirror at night, and Anderson had already completed the fusion with Uman's other self. If Anderson is indeed a nurse in the first half, then after looking at each other in the mirror, Anderson's meaning is no longer a nurse, or in Uman's eyes, she has changed from a companion, an object for inspection, to a real transformation. Own. Anderson and Uman's husband talked comforting words, lingering, in fact, it was Uman who was doing it. After all, Uman's husband is not blind, and it's too ironic that he can't even recognize his own wife.

Speaking of the blind, Uman's husband really felt this kind of confusion at first. Those black sunglasses look too much like blind glasses. If I remember correctly, Anderson also wore these "blind glasses". After she discovered that Uman was openly discussing herself with the doctor in the letter, she also put on sunglasses when she sent the letter. And when he threw down his sunglasses, he said, "Even these sunglasses are a deception"! When her husband came, there was also a pair of sunglasses on his face. Combining with every righteous and affectionate letter he had written before, I always felt that he was also wearing a deceit and a mask.

Whether or not the ego has both. In the end, Uman left the hut. If she insisted on not wearing a mask at first, she wanted to seek the truth of life and truly strip away her hypocrisy. She did it in the climax part, but it was a pity that after stripping away all the hypocrisy of life, she Still have to wear a mask. Everything in this hut seems to have really been a fantasy.

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  • Sister Alma: Elisabet? Can I read you something from my book? Or am I disturbing you? It says here:"All the anxiety we bear with us, all our thwarted dreams, the incomprehensible cruelty, our fear of extinction, the painful insight into our earthly condition, have slowly eroded our hope of an other-wordly salvation. The howl of our faith and doubt against the darkness and silence, is one of the most awful proofs of our abandonment and our terrified, unuttered knowledge." Do you think it's like that?

  • Sister Alma: Karl-Henrik and I rented a cottage by the sea once. It was June, and we were all alone. One day, when Karl-Henrik had gone into town, I went to the beach on my own. It was a warm and lovely day. There was another girl there. She'd paddled over from another island because our beach was sunnier and more secluded. We lay there, sunbathing beside one another, complete naked, dozing now and then, putting suntan lotion on. We had those cheap straw hats on, you know? I had a blue ribbon around mine. I lay there peeping out from under my hat at the landscape and the sea and the sun. It was kind of funny. Suddenly I saw two figures leaping about on the rock above us. They would hide and then peek out. "There's a couple of boys looking at us," I told the girl. Her name was Katarina. "Let them look," she said, and turned over on her back. It was a strange feeling. I wanted to jump up and put my robe on but I just lay there on my stomach with my bottom in the air, not at all embarrassed, completely calm. Katarina lay there next to me the whole time, with her breasts and thick thighs. She just lay there sort of giggling to herself. I noticed that the boys had come closer. They just stood there looking at us. I noticed they were terribly young. Then one of them - the more daring of the two - came up and squatted down next to Katarina. He pretended to be busy picking at his toes. I felt so strange. Suddenly I heard Katarina say, "Hey, why don't you come over here?" She took him by the hand and helped him off with his jeans and shirt. Then suddenly he was on top of her. She guided him in with her hands on his behind. The other boy just sat on the slope and watched. I heard Katarina whisper in the boy's ear and laugh. His face was right next to mine. It was red and swollen. Suddenly I turned over and said, "Aren't you coming over to me too?" And Katarina said, "Go to her now." He pulled out of her and fell on top of me, completely hard. He grabbed my breast. It hurt so bad. I was ready somehow and came almost at once. Can you believe it? I was about to say, "Careful you don't get me pregnant" when he suddenly came. I felt it like never before in my life, the way he sprayed his seed into me. He gripped my shoulders and arched backward. I came over and over. Katarina lay on her side and watched and held him from behind. After he came, she took him in her arms and used his hand to make herself come. When she came, she screamed like a banshee. Then all three of us started laughing. We called to the other boy, who was sitting on the slope. His name was Peter. He came down, looking all confused and shivering despite the sunshine. Katarina unbuttoned his pants and started to play with him. And when he came, she took him in her mouth. He bent down and kissed her back. She turned around, took his head in both hands, and gave him her breast. The other boy got so excited that he and I started all over again. It was just as good as before. Then we went for a swim and parted ways. When I got home, Karl-Henrik was already back from town. We ate dinner and drank some red wine he'd brought. Then we had sex. It's never been as good, before or since. Can you understand that?