The desire of the deer in the dream

Eugenia 2022-03-27 09:01:21

The cows in the iron fence are quietly waiting for the imminent death. Several shots watch the cow, showing a kind of unconscious silence before death. Are they really unaware? Maybe they knew that this was their inevitable destiny, so they stopped resisting and accepted it calmly. It is precisely these objective gazes, as if bystanders without any compassion, combined with the girl's attitude of rejecting the world, to complete a kind of alienation from the body, and lay the groundwork for the love in the dream.

Two deer, one male and one female, stood in the snow-covered forest. They never snuggled together, but just stood quietly, like watching, like guarding, never approaching, nor far away.

Anderson felt the strangeness of this girl from the first sight of Irene, and had a desire to get closer. However, Irene tightly closed herself, not knowing how to open her heart to deal with the sudden love.

In the case of the loss of medicines, facing the doctor's question, Anderson and Irene found out that they had been having the same dream. Eileen struggled to overcome the psychological barrier of being unable to get close to people. She went to see a doctor, kneaded the mashed potatoes on the plate with her hands, and lay in the bed and touched herself with her hands. But when she could finally accept the physical intimacy of others, Anderson retreated because of Erin's previous rejection and decided to sort out this ambiguous relationship.

In the bathtub, blood spurted from the glass-slashed wrist. Did Erin's life end like this? The phone rings: I love you, and I want to see you now. Listening to Anderson's confession, Irene's arm was still gushing blood. Hurry up! Hurry up and wrap your arms up. I prayed to myself in my heart.

Anderson's love saves Erin. They finally slept in the same bed, made love, and released their long-suppressed dreams.

Incomplete people, slaughterhouses, deer in dreams, these symbols weave a cruel and gentle story. In such a post-industrial social field, the indifferent and alienated individuals are not like cows waiting to be slaughtered in the slaughterhouse, handing over their fate to others and machines? Are we still capable of loving each other?

According to Freud, dreams are always the real presentation of the subconscious mind. Lonely and incomplete, doing monotonous work, still longing to love and be loved. So, in a dream, they turned into a deer, and they met. And when they finally have sex in reality, the dream disappears. Desire has been achieved.

Perhaps, the director is using such a seemingly peculiar story to awaken the agility and desire that slept in people's hearts. Taking dreams as a bridge, exploring the relationship between the soul and the body, diving into the depths of consciousness and reaching the essence of love.

I also want to dream of a deer, in the lush mountains and forests!

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Extended Reading
  • Durward 2022-03-09 08:01:53

    2017 Beijing Film Festival post-screening exchange meeting. According to the director, she was walking on the road on a spring day, breathing the spring air, and suddenly she had a feeling: the passers-by who hurriedly passed by might also feel the same way. So it took two weeks to complete the script. The same is true when she made a movie before. You have to have a feeling before you have a story. As a woman I can feel the female perspective behind the camera.

  • Maddison 2022-03-26 09:01:14

    My light-phobic skin desires to be touched the most, but you can soothe the most when you drag your unconscious arm. Erotic movies and love songs cannot cure loneliness; double deer in a dream and blood from veins cannot clear up memory. Accustomed to sleeping alone, like a beef cow in a slaughterhouse, the rest of his life is only for the end; unforgettable memories, like a doll in a glass window, this life is only for play. The soul is terminated in the slaughterhouse, and the flesh is intercourse on the double bed.

On Body and Soul quotes

  • Endre: By the way, what did we dream last night? Somehow I can't remember.

    Mária: I think I didn't dream anything.