Movie: "Flowers Fall and Blossom"
Genre: Biography, War, Drama
Director: Martin Bovos
Writers: Martin Bovos, Marc Abdelnour
Starring: Yulanda Monroe, Urrich Tucker
Release date: October 1, 2008
Awards: 34th French César Award, etc
In fact, the French biopic "Flowers And Flowers" is not very good.
This is not a derogatory remark, not that there is anything wrong with the film itself, but that the story feels like a person looking up at the sky when the wind skims the pores, and the inner experience of feeling is only for the witnesses to taste and evaluate. The life experience of a lonely person is extremely magnified on the screen for people of all walks of life nearly a hundred years later to comment, and the spiritual world of an artistic creator is tried to be recreated, put into history for people to look up to, which has meaning for future generations, and is nothing to the life that was once lonely. Again, none of the above is a disparagement of anyone or anything.
Excessive participation in a person's life is a dangerous thing, not to mention that the comparison and evaluation between people is in a sense the implementation of the will of some people, they have safeguarded the interests of some people, sacrificed the value of others, and people's evaluation of people is a passport to social life, and it is also a material and spiritual poison.
Sahefen Luis was a French painter of the Plain School. She was born in 1864 to an ordinary shepherd family in Arci, Varzi Province, and lived in Senlis for a long time. Sahofen lives by being a domestic servant, rarely communicates with people, works several jobs at the same time, is bloated, dragging a fat gray-blue dark brown petticoat, and walks like a rude and stubborn village woman. After saving some money, Sahofen went to buy painting paints, and in her spare time, in addition to going to church, she passed the time by painting, painting the natural scenery she saw, mainly flowers and trees. In order to save money, Sahefen's employer's home wasted pig's blood and roadside grass and wood juice made homemade paint, and in the dead of night, she sang and painted, believing that angels were guiding her.
It was not until 1912, when William Wood, a collector from Germany, became a tenant of Sahofen's employer, that he stumbled upon Sahafine's paintings, was amazed by her talent, thought she was a very promising painter, and bought all her paintings for exhibition.
Sahoven has always lived in her own world, and Wood was the first to wake her up. However, when World War I broke out in 1914, Wood and his family were forced to leave France. Sahefen, whose soul had just made contact with the world, was stunned, and she thought that Mr. Wood did not like her paintings. Before Wood left, he instructed Sahofen, "You're going to keep drawing." ”
During the war, Wood lost all of Sahofen's paintings, and Sahofen survived by saving and relief. After the war, in 1927, Wood returned to France, stumbled upon Sahofen's painting at a small art exhibition, and found Sahofen, and when the door opened, Sahofen said calmly: "You're back." Like an affectionate woman and like an innocent child, Sahefen smiled as if they had never been separated. With Wood's financial support, Sahofen concentrated on creation, from color, size, subject matter to an unprecedented expansion, her leaves, flowers, fruits are like fire, full of vitality texture, Wood compared Sahofen's paintings to Van Gogh.
With Wood's sponsorship, Sahoven lived a good life, buying houses, painting aids, clothes, furniture, and the bills flew to Wood like snowflakes. Wood promised to hold a solo exhibition for her in Paris, but good things abounded, and in 1930 Wood lost most of his fortune in the world economic crisis and was unable to continue to support Sahofen. Sahefen's fragile spiritual world collapsed, and she wore a white wedding dress and gave her silver cutlery door to door to neighbors she didn't know until she was admitted to a mental hospital. In the snow-white psychiatric hospital, Sahofen forgot about the natural scenery, paintings, and Wood, which were important to her, and she fell into a person's peace.
Wood was unable to communicate with her normally, but tried his best to help her dispose of the paintings and sponsor her to be admitted to a separate ward for recuperation. Sahoven carried the chair on the balcony to the far side of the tree, and perhaps she remembered that Mr. Wood had also moved a chair for her to sit down and talk seriously to her about the future, or perhaps she remembered the call of the angel, and only in nature was Sahoven.
In 1942, Sahofen died in a mental hospital, and in 1945, Wood finally fulfilled his promise to hold a solo exhibition for Sahofen in Paris, sahofen became a well-known painter, and in 1947, Wood died.
There is no fierce conflict in the plot of this film, no entangled love, only a frank and lonely soul crossing the starry sky of the long river of art, trying to express the vitality of natural life with the help of angelic eyes. Sahefen was originally a chaos at the beginning of heaven and earth, and someone tried to chisel out her eyes, nose, and mouth, but when she began to connect with this world, it was also the beginning of her demise. She entered the history of art, but stepped out of the trajectory of her own life, and the gains and losses in this are probably unprecedented to everyone.