上周第一次尝试了港村三俗之wakesurfing。开船的教练晒得油光锃亮,像一只走地鸡,肌肉上覆盖着一层鲜美肥油。每次他趴在船尾调整造浪机,我都强忍伸手挠他脚底板的冲动(怕他踹我)。其实他全程只是在船上大喊大叫,并没有下水,我心想没准他也是装的他根本就不会呢。
大海灌进我的鼻子和脑子里,好咸,晚餐少吃点盐。当晚我熄灯躺下,还觉得床在我身下微微摇摆起伏,好像这张两百块的二手床垫正带着我在吐露港漂流。
想起之前看扬特洛尔的《大移民》,瑞典农民为了逃荒乘船迁往明尼苏达。丽芙乌曼演的大美女农妇,在空气污浊的船舱里染上败血症、生了虱子。十周后船终于抵达,她迫不及待地在蓝天和草地之间躺下,希望在坚实的陆地上得到片刻休息。
然而她刚闭上眼,就感到大地在自己身下如水起伏,风吹草地掀起阵阵海浪声。她立刻呼吸急促,只有紧紧抓住身侧的草皮寻求安慰,提醒自己已经着陆。
Swedish filmmaker Jan Troell’s categoricalpièces-de-résistance, a diptych, 7-hours long saga based on his fellow countryman, the literature titan Vilhelm Moberg’s THE EMIGRANTS ensemble.
Divided into THE EMIGRANTS and THE NEW LAND, this 19th-century epic holds a dear look at the travails of an ordinary Swedish household, the Nilsson family, resides in the Småland hinterland, when (mostly natural) adversity mounts against their livelihood, the eldest son Karl Oskar (von Sydow) mulls over the prospect of emigrating to the United States. A proposition deprecated by his wife Kristina (Ullmann) initially, but when poverty and hunger is aggravated by the premature death of one of their brood, she eventually accedes, joining their emigrating pack are Karl Oskar’syounger brother Robert (Axberg), his farmhand friend Arvid (Lindstedt), the family of Kristina’s uncle Pastor Daniel Andreasson (Edwall, a straight-up hard-hitter, brilliantly bringing about an air of smug virtuosity that treacherously verges on hubris), who is at loggerheads with the supercilious local parish clergy for preaching to the fallen ones (viz. those who are deemed not worthy of Christian gospel), among whom a former prostitute Ulrika (jazz chanteuseMonica Zetterlund), now a reborn woman, also partakes in the trek with her teenage daughter Elin (played by Monica's own daughter Eva-Lena Zetterlund).
THE EMIGRANTS itself can be bisected into two halves, before and after the family’s embarkment for the state of Freedom, during the former, Troell introduces the hardship and inequity (religious parochialism and mistreatment) with a pastoral equanimity (occasionally lard with invigorating drumbeats) and purveys his main characters with sufficient impetus for their longing for a reset button in an idealized country where everyone is (purportedly) being treated equally and fairly, especially for the young Robert, it is the California gold rush beckons him, and supports him against the cavalier abuse he receives on a daily base when working as a farmhand.
Once their journey kick-starts, a looming nostalgia begins to sweep the cohort, Troell (who is also presiding over the cinematography department) fixes the valediction shot with a subdued solemnity, no goodbyes, tear-infused eyes, lingering looks are deployed, just a long-shot of the elderly parents seeing their children off in front of their house, incorporating the place into their final adieu, and the impact is ineffable.
Tellingly, THE EMIGRANTS' most accomplished passage is theten-weeks trans-Atlantic voyageon a wooden brig, and Troell valiantly re-enacts its sordid state of affairs with swingeing maritime verisimilitude when most passengers are fallen victims of sea-sick, life is snuffed within a two-by-four space, by scurvy or even quinsy (a pertinent reference to today’s illegal immigrants’ ordeal on the sea). Here Liv Ullmann holds court in two magnificent scenes, one is Kristina'saltercation with Ulrika, both actress are emotively unsparing, and letting out their prejudice and retorts once for all, which also presciently serves as a catalyst for their eventually best-friends transition; the other is when Kristina, apparently in extremis, exchanges with Karl Oskar their fondness, as if for the last time, by confessing that they are each other’s best friends, a superlative affirmation that true love does exist thanks to the two players’ most poignant delivery.
Once the survivors touches the terra firma but incognita, they are still miles away from where they will start life anew, hopping on the train and later a steamer, than on foot, when they finally reach their destination in Minnesota, their first dream is dashed by a boastful liar who never expect his lie will be debunked in his face, and THE EMIGRANTS finishes when Karl Oskar finds their new land under their new identities, American homesteaders.
Right picking up where its predecessor leaves,THE NEW LAND takes place entirely in the new land, where the Swedish emigrants forming a somewhat enclave, mostly living among themselves, which brings about a problematic issue about the story’s sense of locality and Troell’s inaction of alleviate this anonymity, if it is not for the random appearances of the indigenous Indians, one can safely surmise that the household is still live in their homeland, with very similar sylvan exuberance and harsh winter-time, and not much foreignness to interact with, in a way, it takes the shine off one of the story’s focal points: displacement.
Yet, what THE NEW LAND excels in, is that oater flashback of Robert, who manages to stay alive just long enough after a futile gold-digging attempt with Arvid, a sounding slap in the face to the wide-eyed daydreamers, the pair is saddled with the same drudgery and hardship (not to mention Robert'spotluck is rooked by deception)that ultimate will cost them both their young lives, here Troell launches a more hallucinogenic experiment in accentuating the pair’s delirium and exhaustion when wandering in the desert, to admirable effect.Eddie Axberg has weathered convincingly in honing up Robert’s tale of woe, and his final resignation with fate effectually brings a lump in one’s throat.
Life goes on, as Karl Oskar’s household finally prospers, a God-fearing Kristina turns out to be benighted enough to risk her own life for the sake of procreation, indoctrinated as a wife’s sacrosanct duty, even after receiving the doctor’s warning that another pregnancy would become her undoing, together with a less disinterested depiction of a wanton slaughter during the Sioux Uprising, by suggestion that it is at the expense of those white homesteaders’ hospitality upon which the Indians conducts their retaliation, THE NEW LAND’s luster starts to ebb away, notwithstanding a show-stopping Max von Sydow consistently radiates with plebeian bonhomie, sympathy and mettle from stem to stern of the entire roman-fleuve.
referential film: Ingmar Bergman’s FANNY AND ALEXANDER (1982, 8.5/10).
一部瑞典的三个多小时的移民史,雄伟壮丽,跋涉艰辛。日常化的镜头让远去的故乡显得平实自然,对历史细节的描述越详细越让人对饱受困难的瑞典人充满同情和敬畏。
《大移民》+《新大陆》:画面很美很田园,也很辛苦。愿把他乡作梦乡时,就是迁徙的开始。
观影盘点期,看过留脚印。征服者佩尔,驶向拜占庭
我至今收的所有CC里最喜欢的一部,情感细腻,配乐到尾,最厉害的是长镜头的运用,人物刻画的非常棒,是一部被遗忘的诗史巨作
Liv Ullman可算伟大:同样是神经质,演农妇时的演法和演知识分子时完全不一样。所以简直叹惋到气愤:有这样的女演员,导演却狭隘到将一切严肃命题交给男性角色去讨论(宗教,责任,恐惧,懦弱…),留给女性角色发挥的题材无一不简单平面。
从头看到尾,主人公离开贫瘠的土地,跨过大洋来到新大陆,找到了肥沃的土地,当他坐在树下,帽子遮住了他半张脸,但还是掩盖不了他嘴角的笑。太感人了。看到这里就可以了,再看第二部就觉得残酷了。
影史遗珠太多了。导演是不是看了卡赞的《美国,美国》?这种感人至深的单纯性作为电影性格一脉相承。
我看到的第一个把为什么要移民,在船上10星期,下船后如何在当地扎根描述的这么具体的片子。瑞典人细腻啊。人类太不容易了,跟阶级压迫斗争,跟气候、天气斗争、还要跟自己的命运、运气斗争。“活着、活下去”真的就是唯一信念和希望啊!
为了生存,跋山涉水,移民他乡。壮丽的风景下,点缀的是旅途中忍受苦难的泪水。这部史诗级电影,没有运用配乐煽情,却营造出铭心的真实感~
胖胖说“伯格曼说,丽芙跑到美国去拍《大移民》,我就觉得她要永远的离开我了。” 丽芙和冯叙多才是绝配。早上还在想比比现在身体不知道怎样了。又想起丽芙书里写的好多事情来。
史诗级的纪实画面,镜头刻画非常细腻。
扬·特洛尔和奥米果然是这个世界上最会拍生活流的导演,特别是底层贫穷却极具生命尊严的农民,那些普通、艰辛、贫瘠的乡村生活中,所有的故事都简单但又充满了悲凉的感觉,对白被精简到了极致,只留下画面在讲诉着,镜头冷静,大自然和人物,新大陆承载着希望和梦想也有现实的无情和残酷
拖家带口、跋山涉水、安营扎寨、开疆拓土。它像一个微缩版《出埃及记》,移民渡海时的传染病,就是宗教性更迭的体现。
#纪念Max Von Sydow#,最伟大的演员之一。
伯格曼说,丽芙跑到美国去拍《大移民》,我就觉得她要永远的离开我了。
由马克斯·冯·西多与丽芙·乌曼主演,曾获奥斯卡最佳影片提名奖
远去的乡愁,漫长的征途。“你是我最好的朋友。”最动人的“临终”告白。
电影用丰富的生活细节描绘了瑞典农户一家努力耕作却抵不过自然直至背井离乡,这种移民的故事总是令人心碎。扬特洛尔在镜头方面的天才从之前看过的浮生就体会很深,这部也是,丽芙乌曼荡秋千时看似随意却自然真切的镜头真是独一无二。另外丢孩子那段是被科长的二十四城记拿去借用了吗?
8.3;深重的苦难,它把日子变得缓慢
7分。其实本片是质量配的上八分的一部电影,但由于我实在是对这种欧陆导演的电影风格不太感冒所以只能给一个七分,尤其是几个月没看电影突然看一部这么长还略带沉闷的电影确实是有点不适应。本片做的最出彩的地方就是无时无刻的气氛渲染,让本片从头到尾都散发着一种独特的风土人情味,结尾的处理我个人也挺喜欢的。但我不太喜欢本片的导演风格就是对于叙事的简化处理,所有事件都是点到为止,没有太多戏剧冲突,并且全片有着很多留白环节,这让这部三个多小时的电影很难真正的看进去,我个人观影过程中是有点不断走神的,不过这也是欧陆导演的一贯风格了,只能说个人不是特别喜欢。本片的群体表演是非常好非常到位的,男女主角的表现都可圈可点。