Rewatch "Masquerade"

Haskell 2022-03-27 09:01:06

In a 2003 interview attached to this edition of the Shanghai Film Festival, Bergman said that the film was made with anger, because after two years as the director of the theater, he was tired of living a life full of mandarin lies. This is clearly the reason for Vogler's silence, even autism (quietness and isolation) in the film. Bergman also said that in the first four minutes of the film, he wanted to use the film to write poems/lyrics. This violent and chaotic scene has no direct connection with the main plot, but it seems to be a model. Anno Hideaki used a similar technique in EVA. , the end of Fight Club also has a unique tribute.

Bergman says he hates people analyzing too much, but the film is really quite experimental, with too many parts that are hard to explain, both in the era and in his own lineage. Looking at it this time, I feel that the focus is not on who is who, but on the will to take off the disguise. This will moves between faces and speaks. In other words, the will is looking for the truth. With the pounding of the keys, the estrangement of the faces melted away, and the words cast the faces into one, saying "the true self", which mixed confession, repentance, and longing for redemption. But this whole process is full of mental stress, even violent, just like the soundtrack, disturbing and dissonant. Bergman doesn't mean reconciliation, only exposure and sting.

The whole film can be said to be arranged on the face. Bergman has a peculiar talent, that is, to fill the screen with his face, but it does not feel abrupt. Although many shots can be made into slideshows, but the sleepwalking quiet person communicates with each other. , brushing the face and hair, it is indeed a magical moment, at this moment, it is not far-fetched to attach: mirror images, shadows, and dreams come to reality. So abstract, yet so concrete.

When the camera stopped on the face of Bergman's madly in love with Uman, her forehead "with the breath of sleep and tears", I thought of a sentence written by Marias in "So Pale Heart".

"The messy hair on her forehead, like fine lines from the years to come, made her dim in an instant."

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  • Lupe 2022-04-24 07:01:06

    170506 want to see. Good start to the experiment. The way the camera tells the story, eh. The plot is also quite freehand, there are several possibilities, and the actors seem to be very real emotionally outbursts. I don't know if the dialogue is a translation problem or a cultural difference, I don't like it. The issues the film attempts to explore without care have little resonance. Niubi. The Vietnamese monk war child who self-immolated on the cross is a symbol of inability to get. Is this a bold breakthrough or willful?

  • Vincenzo 2021-12-07 08:01:40

    Stop Talking, communication starts from shutting up

Persona quotes

  • 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?