@ Mountain Bird Returns What are you thinking when the birds stop?
"What we see is our future, and what should be cherished is our present." In the future, open the door of memory, and the fragments of memory are not drowned by the sea of time. Only to know its twists and turns irrigation of joy and sorrow, but completed the ordinary life. ” - Mudan
In today's fragmented information and cultural fast food, the "miniature era" is swept by the wind and fire, And WeChat, micro-novels, micro-blogs, etc. are rapidly popularized, and short videos are a thriving scene.
In 2008, Japanese director Kato Hisato's new work, the 12-minute animated short film "Memories of building blocks hut", with a strong French atmosphere and stunning pictures and atmosphere, captured the hearts of blockbuster audiences. Not only won the "2008 Annecy Animation Festival Best Short Film Award" in France, but also won the "81st Academy Awards Best Animated Short Film Award" the following year.
The film tells the story of an old man living alone in a "wooden house" that is increasingly submerged by the sea, piling up the house layer by layer as the sea rises, dropping his pipe into the water when he moves furniture, putting on a diving suit to pick up his pipe and falling into endless memories.
In the context of the intertwining of cold and warmth, we can easily enter the old man's heart and walk into this "spiritual journey" with him.
(1) The opportunity of the pipe, the door of memory opens
As the old man's belongings, the first thing he did when he turned over in the morning was to take the pipe and hold it in his mouth. When the pipe falls, the old man sticks his head into the water, just as we always look at the things we leave with nostalgia. Pipes are to a certain extent the spiritual sustenance of the old man, try new pipes, pick up and put down, when you see the diving suit or decide to find the pipe back.
The night the pipe fell, the old man sat in front of the photo, counting his fingers. The nonsensical calculation reminds me of when my grandfather was alive, and like then, I never knew whether the calculation was time or superstitious gestures. I was moved by this detail.
The old man had difficulty recalling, and the pipe carried too much of his memory. The pipe is an opportunity to open the door to memories, and the moment you pick up the pipe, you pick up the memories, which pushes the whole film to a new height.
(2) A lifetime of flashbacks and sequential techniques
In the ocean of time, the life of the elderly is shown to us in a vertical dimension.
From caring for his wife in front of the hospital bed, his children and grandchildren, his son-in-law's homecoming, his daughter reading to his children's toddlers, the author uses flashbacks to show us these memories one by one, which is also a feature in film reviews.
But when the old man swam out of the building block hut, looked at the houses piled so high, and looked around the uninhabited area, the memory jumped again to the old man and his wife chasing under the tree, circle by circle, they mentioned from the child to the student finally fell in love, and together with the wife built their own single-storey cottage, warmly talking and eating. The growth in the memory records the first half of his life in an orderly manner. As the toast was raised, the memories were pulled back again, and the old man picked up the cup.
When the old man dived into the water, the moment he picked up the pipe, it was as if his wife picked up the pipe for him that day, and on this floor, he took care of his wife in front of the bed.
Love has a lofty ideal, but it is less than a husband and wife, but it is willing to win the hearts of a person, and the white head is not separated. When the children became a family, the one who accompanied them supported this long time.
(3) Extremely "simple" items, extremely "complicated" memories
When the old man swam to the bottom floor to look up, under the continuous push of the camera, the wide house gradually became narrow and monotonous as it went up. The more you move up, the older people's things become less and less, and the space becomes single and narrow, which is "one person's life". However, what always followed him was the wall of memories, the photos were so many that they were placed on the cabinet, and his wife was always left in the frame.
(1) Inside the window is a lone lamp.
When the sun sets and the camera pulls away, the old man's cottage is the only light in the ocean, lonely and determined. The higher you go, the lonelier you get, and the people in your memory are long gone. Three or two people piled up several layers in a crooked way, and finally let themselves be submerged. Beneath the surface of the water, the spire-wielding, the sea of time flooding the fortress of memory, and also washing away the people who remembered, the old man seemed to live as an island on this vast sea.
Withdrawn from the memory, the old man returned to reality and brought back the goblet at the bottom. Unlike in the past, the old man poured two glasses of wine. As the toast was raised, the crisp crashing sound of glass ended.
At that moment, Tagore's thoughts popped into my head: "The world kisses me with pain, and I will repay it with a song." ”
(2) Outside the window is a vast ocean.
Sailing in the distance like the steamships of the Industrial Revolution era, rising sea levels, global warming climate problems have always attracted much attention, and Japan, as an island country, is extremely vulnerable to such climate problems.
Good memories are always sinking, buried, alone, which is not a painful and cruel process, but after the pain is still calmly facing life, I think this is its positive significance. If the environmental protection problem is its finishing touch, then it brings people a strong emotional impact while not forgetting to give people a positive meaning of reality.
The tide of time will make the sea level continue to rise, and the elderly will still renovate the "wooden house" regardless of the wind and the sun. Maybe one day the old man will sleep with his building block hut,
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