《旷野旅程》经典影评集

　　《旷野旅程》是一部由贝拉·塔尔执导，Mihály Vig主演的一部短片类型的电影，特精心从网络上整理的一些观众的影评，希望对大家能有帮助。

　　《旷野旅程》精选点评：

　　●裴多菲

　　●配乐君深沉读诗。 ★★★★

　　●关于无限孤独的梦幻描述

　　●世界如此幽暗，我似乎可以一饮而尽。

　　●不是我的菜。

　　●巅峰期的贝拉·塔尔为裴多菲书写影像诗体。1.可以说“杜拉斯风格”吗。2.绝妙的诗作，我当去同饮三杯。3.诗必须要念出来，它可以抵至宇宙和心灵的至深处。4.借由声音，诗歌创造出一个脱离时间与空间的异质世界。5.放大的声音。

　　●故乡的每束草木都有灵魂，匈牙利语自带深沉。

　　●诗人最终奔向荒野，听风琴在乡间缓慢行驶的卡车上演奏，听秋千生锈的吊环摩擦发出的声响，听诗人吟诉的声音穿过夏日的蝉鸣与苍茫的暮色，若然诗歌可以变成影像，那必然是贝拉塔尔重新书写的模样。

　　●人是有思想的芦苇，风一吹，就有了睿智的哲学，璀璨的诗歌，和贝拉·塔尔俯瞰大地的情怀。

　　●逼格太高，看不懂。。。http://115.com/file/atolik07

　　《旷野旅程》影评(一)：35分钟 不到20个长镜头

　　导演的另一部都灵之马，获得了第61届银熊奖。

　　而我个人更喜欢这部小短片。

　　这是一部献给匈牙利诗人裴多菲的影像诗集。

　　全片都是对生命的思考与发问。

　　而这一首诗也更加为世人所知，在此我作了一些翻译小改动，若有不妥也请见谅。

　　“

　　没有爱人的人应当饮酒，

　　才能相信世人皆爱自己；

　　没有钱财的人应当饮酒，

　　才能相信尽有稀世珍宝；

　　终日悲伤的人应当饮酒，

　　这样伤心才能无所遁形。

　　我既无爱人，也无钱财，我只有悲伤。

　　如此，与他人相比，我自当多饮三杯。

　　”

　　《旷野旅程》影评(二)：我看《旷野旅程》

　　今天上午，看了贝拉·塔尔1995年的作品《旷野旅程》，题献给匈牙利大诗人裴多菲。整部电影可看作是裴多菲诗作朗诵的大型MV。

　　贝拉·塔尔以宏大的影像语言，诠释了他理解的诗意，最后落脚于“生命不比一只从扔出厨房的老乞丐舔掉边上渣渣的破锅更有价值”。在后期名作《都灵之马》中被凸显的一组马车镜头，在这里最早被实验。主人公在马车上用键盘模仿管风琴的一段弹奏，荡气回肠，虚无寂寥。匈牙利平原上的旷野、古堡、湖泊以及道路，在导演的镜头下，因为裴多菲伟大的诗歌，而显得心事重重。

　　我在20018年末的雾霾之中呼吸。贝拉·塔尔在1995年拍摄匈牙利的旷野。裴多菲在在十九世纪游吟浪荡。这三件事，都是值得记录的。

　　《旷野旅程》影评(三)：where does the naïve smile at

　　1

　　the cellar ramp is steep

　　(man walking along a lane across wasteland)

　　a heavy load is intoxication

　　lowly I meandered homeward

　　under the load I collapsed

　　collapsed.

　　I stretched out on the ground

　　the blood from my nose began

　　If there would not have been a brick

　　the blood from my nose would not have flowed

　　would not have flowed.

　　I would not goto the cellar, either

　　during nice days or bad days

　　ut can i help it

　　if that wine is so good

　　that wine is so good (barely can we see the man in distance)

　　2

　　(man with a cigarette wandering in an empty house, poeming as Petöfi did)

　　my candle flutters dimly

　　i am alone

　　i walk up and down in my room

　　in my mouth is my smoking pipe

　　my past's apparitions wave about me

　　i walk, i walk, and i watch

　　the shadow of the smoke on the wall

　　and i think about friendship

　　(he passed through the threshold)

　　3

　　(man working on the land)

　　here I stand in the middle of the plains, as a statue, stiffly

　　the prairie is covered by a grave-like silence

　　just as a corpse is covered with a shroud

　　far away from me a man mows

　　ow he stops, he sharpens his scythe

　　the ringing does not reach me

　　i see only the movement of his hands

　　(monologue describing the scene)

　　and now he looks this way

　　he stares at me, but i don't even move my eyes

　　what does he think i think about？

　　4

　　(man sitting in a room, says)

　　truly, truly, i am nearly croaked

　　my chest tightens, i nearly choke

　　and something chews about my heart

　　from you, shadowy world, it seems i may chug off.

　　HOW OFTEN I YEARED FOR DEATH

　　and now when it is near, when it breathes on me halfway,

　　i am now as the elder was in the story

　　(zoom-out accelerate)

　　Regardless! whatever death is

　　life is worth more than it

　　there is peace there, nothing else.

　　there is grief here, but in the pleasures

　　of merriment the blood bubbles.

　　in a short time i shall leave joy and pain.

　　the flower is now in my button hole.

　　and if the world greens again

　　erhaps it shall bloom on my grave mound.

　　(end not)

　　and then good fellows,

　　you who are tied to me by friendship's chain

　　and with whom together, we kept wide awake so many nights

　　you may mourn over my corpse.

　　(Confession before suicide？)

　　ut i say, my companions, do not mourn me.

　　you know, that with me, you were all gay chaps.

　　(cynical teenager)

　　and mourning would strike against our normal selves.

　　(emotion-phobia)

　　(we are clear about the whole space he is talking in)

　　most assuredly, come out to me,

　　and as you stand above my grave,

　　cheerfully sound out your dead buddy's songs

　　or the happenings of by gone days!

　　(cliché lines)

　　5

　　(come out, close the door, walk away)

　　6

　　(sit by the bar, flower-print curtain on behind, start to talk like a journalist or host or presenter)

　　one who has no sweetheart should drink wine,

　　and shall believe that every girl burns for him.

　　(true man!)

　　and wine should drink he, who does not have any money.

　　and to him will then belong every treasure of the world.

　　(true poet Petöfi)

　　and wine should drink he, who has grief,

　　and then for him, grief shall rush away.

　　i have no sweetheart, i have no money, i have only grief.

　　(classical line!)

　　thus, compared to others, i can drink three times as much.

　　(self-amuse)

　　7

　　(at the center-bottom of four side walls)

　　(lovely lonely boy - cameraman)

　　(then we are inside and we find the man)

　　grief？ it's a great ocean.

　　(as if he is being interviewed )

　　and joy？ it's the little pearl of the ocean.

　　y the time i bring it up, i may even break it.

　　(what a novelist)

　　8

　　(side window view on train runing)

　　the birds travel away

　　in spring they return again

　　they fly fly fly

　　their wings carry them

　　drink of the distant blue sky

　　they fly so swiftly that one takes them as disappearing dreams

　　what flies more swiftly than the birds？

　　life!

　　ut unlike the birds

　　it never comes back again

　　9

　　(man sitting in a dim room)

　　my cloak's fur is worn

　　my spurs are rusty, bent,

　　he went down deep into the earth

　　o that i cannot even look on her

　　(lame scene)

　　10

　　(two men on a horse drive)

　　do you know that the sun is a married lad？

　　ut then this is the big curse on his head

　　for he strains under the load of a puppet government

　　(two tracks of voice overlapped)

　　his bad wife gives him grief

　　it is natural then, that the good elder does not sow the wine material

　　wine, which doctors every trouble,

　　wine, which scatters every grief from the heart.

　　ut at home he dares not drink,

　　for then the fight would be ready with his wife

　　(not in the same language, the two tracks)

　　meanwhile, when he does his familiar travel

　　across the sky;

　　he waits that clouds should dress the horizon.

　　then he is not afraid that his wife may see him;

　　(why be afraid of wife？)

　　when the night comes and the clouds start to disperse

　　you can see his red face, as he crashes from the sky

　　(so desperate)

　　11

　　(not again.. the sixth times annoys the viewers)

　　(man talking to himself again sitting in his room)

　　(when sudden he looked up)

　　why do you look into my room, inquisitive moon.

　　the world no longer goes here

　　as it did in days of old

　　(emotionally desperate..)

　　once, when your glance stumbled into me

　　(do not ever talk to the moon in emotional currents, it's stupid)

　　in my heart you saw a flaming life

　　for which there was no room

　　(yeah you born in a wrong time, yeah the moon see through you considerately)

　　(hardly can i keep recording this poem...)

　　...

　　i am cold and wordless as

　　-from where my coldness and wordlessness comes-

　　the graveyard

　　(no, my dear poet, you are not cold at all)

　　12

　　(the bald wasteland, panning)

　　where shall man finally go？

　　ocrates, who drank the poison,

　　and his executioner..

　　did both of them go to the same place？

　　(meaningless presentiment)

　　13

　　(wash face and talk to the small mirror in a bar)

　　omit

　　14

　　relatively, the most interesting scene

　　(sharp music, simple tone, the man playing keyboard on wasteland)

　　15

　　(man facing the lake in dawn)

　　lay down now, men!

　　or if you move about, step softly.

　　go about slowly on tiptoe,

　　you must respect mourning for that is sacred

　　ight, the mourning youth has arrived

　　it had a love and that died,

　　that is why the poor night mourns

　　quietly it falls onto the earth,

　　adly its tears fall on the grass.

　　ow suddenly - what is it？

　　(a young poet undoubted)

　　though sadly, but still it smiles

　　they meet with sweet bitterness

　　they embrace with torturous beauty

　　ut who knows what？

　　what no one suspects, supposes,

　　ut then it would not be good for you to know this,

　　for this talk is an eternal, great secret.

　　only the lunatic hears it,

　　when the feverish terrible hour comes,

　　and the dying, when his life is held by only one-two spiderweb strands

　　(notice that the actor is surrounded by bugs n flies)

　　the poet, if he dreams while he is awake,

　　the wistful poet understands

　　the mysteries of these ghostly voices,

　　ut he cannot speak of it.

　　(so lets shut up and do something in actual world)

　　don't ask him

　　(help...thundering)

　　16

　　the second interesting scene

　　(old man peeling a potato teeth a pipe in small room)

　　(camera found the poet in another room further in)

　　(dog barks, old lady coughs)

　　(please speak not my poet, then it should go it way perfectly)

　　(but....)

　　what happens to the chuckle,

　　what happens to the sigh,

　　when their sound's perished？

　　and what happens to the brain when it no longer thinks？

　　(the movie was inspired initially by the poetry)

　　and love, and hate, when it goes from the heart？

　　(camera seizes his face, rounds his head)

　　(the light trembled)

　　17

　　(he walks in circle, camera in the centre)

　　what is the history of man？

　　a river of blood, which long ago came forth from the fog-lost boulders.

　　and in one length, without an interruption, flows down to our time.

　　do not believe that it has now stopped.

　　it has no rest, not until it reaches the ocean's lap

　　....

　　i shudder, i am horrified, and at the same time, i rejoice

　　and i am wildly happy.

　　...calls out the people for a decisive struggle.

　　...

　　(familiarly he went off the view)

　　(iron swing as music)