一种不流泪的感动,在风中化为尘土

作者: 影视影评  发布:2019-08-28

My darling. I'm waiting for you. How long is a day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone now. And I'm cold, horribly cold. I really want to drag myself outside but then there'd be the sun. I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings, and I'm not writing these words. We die. We die,we die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have...entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we have hidden in ---- like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. We're the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you'll come and carry me out into the Palace of Winds. That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you, with friends, on the earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I'm writing in the darkness.

My darling. I'm waiting for you. How long is a day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone now. And I'm cold, horribly cold. I really want to drag myself outside but then there'd be the sun. I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings, and I'm not writing these words. We die. We die,we die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have...entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we have hidden in ---- like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. We're the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you'll come and carry me out into the Palace of Winds. That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you, with friends, on the earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I'm writing in the darkness. 。。。。

圣诞节分四节看完的,不是因为情节太散,气氛沉闷,相反,正是这些吸引着我,虽有多次中断,但都非我所愿。
主线与辅线,现实与回忆,主角与配角,相互交织,把几段战争中的爱情烘托的异常立体。
艾马殊为了救Katharine,三天三夜在沙漠中奔走;
一种不流泪的感动,在风中化为尘土。Katharine在黑暗中写下的一段文字,读来仍然感动:
My darling. I'm waiting for you. How long is a day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone now. And I'm cold, horribly cold. I really want to drag myself outside but then there'd be the sun. I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings, and I'm not writing these words. We die. We die,we die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have...entered and swum up like rivers. Fears we have hidden in ---- like this wretched cave. I want all this marked on my body. We're the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men. I know you'll come and carry me out into the Palace of Winds. That's what I've wanted: to walk in such a place with you, with friends, on the earth without maps. The lamp has gone out and I'm writing in the darkness.

    深夜疲倦的眼睛眯起来。身体有点不适。在结尾树影间投下的阳光中眩晕。
    沙漠中的禁忌之恋,被战争的硝烟熏黑,在烈日中开出美丽的花朵。
    那墙壁上古人画下的游泳的人儿。是她最向往的自由的姿势。
    这个蕴藏无限发现的洞穴,却是她在黑暗中静静冰冷的死穴。
    他被阻断在救她的路途上。因为所谓的国籍,战争,仇恨。
    最后他们的飞机葬身在茫茫一片壮丽的沙漠中。烈焰中。她消失了。留下他,烧得体无完肤。
    辗转反侧被护士照顾,却也苟延残喘。
    也好。是另一段美丽爱情的见证。最后他静静地离开。带着对她无尽的爱。
    战争中的爱情,像是护士发现废弃钢琴之后弹的那段巴赫。不分国籍的清新美丽,令人向往。然而钢琴中却藏着地雷。快乐很快会断送。
    上面是女主临死前写下的一段话,算是电影主题的升华,配上凄壮的配乐,令我想起了《黄河绝恋》,是一种不流泪的感动,却更加隽永。
    还是不想用电影赏析课上学到的专业方法评析电影。还是喜欢坚持没有前途的意识流。

这部电影应该是在十年前的时候看的。里面又是插叙,倒叙,正叙的弄得我一开始在剧中云里雾里转悠着。
直到看了第二遍,才有一种恍然大悟的感觉,于是眼角点湿了。

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