讓我想起了里爾克的 I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood. Then the knowing comes: I can open to another life that’s wide and timeless. So I am sometimes like a tree rustling over a grave and making real the dream of the one its living roots embrace: a dream once lost among sorrows and songs.
有種French Cinema特有的緩慢流淌的氣質(zhì)感覺比侯麥的四季要好一個(gè)迷思:今年的片子配樂風(fēng)格都好近似許多旋律重復(fù)遞進(jìn)的鋼琴/管弦樂這部的配樂讓我想起All the Beauty and the Bloodshed, 想起Women Talking, 想起EO當(dāng)然東北往事第二季還有在Au hasard Balthazar中就反復(fù)出現(xiàn)的舒伯特959