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アスペクト比 ‏ : ‎ 2.35:1
言語 ‏ : ‎ 英語, ドイツ語
製品サイズ ‏ : ‎ 1.78 x 19.05 x 13.72 cm; 77.11 g
EAN ‏ : ‎ 0741360538337
商品モデル番号 ‏ : ‎ 741360538337
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Solitude

2016年10月27日に英国でレビュー済み

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A fairy tale, fable or parable.

An isolated hunting lodge in the Austrian Alps. The lodge is rustic but roomy, stocked with provisions and firewood, a cosy get-away from the stressful rigours of modern city living.

One weekend three people drive to the lodge in a sporty red convertible. It’s a warm spring day. They drive in bright sunshine with the top down, the wind in their hair. They look happy, carefree. An upbeat pop song about freedom blares in English on the car stereo. The mood is positive. All three will enjoy the stay.

But it doesn’t work out that way for reasons left unexplained by the film. The elderly couple who own the lodge (Hugo and Luise) decide to walk into the village shortly after arriving at the lodge. Their guest, a woman in her mid-40s, stays behind with Lynx, the couple’s cocker spaniel. Whatever the woman’s name is, we never learn it.

The day passes, evening comes. The woman feels weary and goes to bed early. Morning arrives and she rises early. During the night she did not hear Hugo and Luise come home. She must have been lost deep in sleep. She knocks on the bedroom door of the couple. No response. Moving her head closer to the door she hears nothing stir. All is still. The door is unlatched. She opens it. No one there. Hugo and Luise never returned. So strange.

The woman is worried. Hugo is old and somewhat frail. He might have had a heart attack. The lodge has no telephone — Hugo’s idea of reclusiveness. So the woman must walk into the village to find out what happened to the couple.

She walks down a narrow sunny road that hugs the side of a mountain. Lynx goes with her. In fact, the dog is joyful and runs on ahead round a bend in the road. Suddenly she hears Lynx bark and whimper. He is shaking in the middle of the road. She tries to calm and console him but fails. Lynx is scared and runs back up the road to the lodge. The woman proceeds a few steps down the road to the village but doesn’t make it. Somehow during the night an invisible see-through wall has been erected around the area. How this has happened she cannot fathom and we don’t know either. For purposes of the story we’ll just have to accept the wall as a real thing. At any rate, she cannot burrow under or crawl over it. She is a prisoner now, an isolated creature under glass.

Solitude is the human quality examined by the film, aloneness being the condition our individuality confers. As such, the film is an existential meditation on life. Alone with her thoughts, self, animals and nature, the woman must come to terms with what it means, if it means anything. What we learn of her comes through her voiceover thoughts in the film. We hear her think, and of course watch her behave. Her interaction with animals constitutes her social world. Lynx the dog becomes her closest companion and confidante. They communicate emotionally, each intuiting the needs and situations of the other. Lynx is joyful in temperament, happy in his surroundings. The woman finds she loves this about him, his joy seeping into her. His eyes shine, his tail wags. He runs to kiss and lick her. She embraces, pets and kisses him in return, no words needed, though she whispers kind words to him anyway.

Bella is another creature the woman becomes close to. She is a cow who wandered up from the valley. She is heavy and slow moving because she is pregnant. Months later the woman will help Bella give birth to a son, a baby bull she will call Bullock. A stray cat also appears at the lodge, ringing wet from the rain. This happens months later in autumn. She too, this cat, is pregnant. Later in a cosy wardrobe she will give birth to a white female kitten whom the woman will name Pearl.

There is one other white-coloured animal the woman becomes close to — an albino crow rejected by its black mates. Even in the animal world, it seems, conformity is standard. Outsiders are suspect, marginalised. The albino crow sits on a branch of a tree on its own, the others squawking gregariously in the canopy above. The woman sees this and pities the white crow. She gets into the habit of feeding it scraps when the other crows aren’t around. The white crow understands her pattern of behaviour and comes to depend on it. Thus a bond develops between the two, bird and human, two solitary beings reaching out to one another. It’s obvious the woman sees aspects of herself or condition in the albino crow. She wonders about the use of prolonging the life of a rejected bird. Is there another white crow in the forest with whom this one might mate? If not, what is the life, this life of the single crow that is destined to end where all things do in death? If there is purpose or meaning in the crow’s life, what might it be? Is it to live from day to day, to accumulate as many of these days as possible? Is it some sort of journey toward an imagined goal? Why live? She looks at the bird and wonders, as if looking in a mirror at herself.

The seasons are distinct and there are four of them. This happens because the Earth is not upright. It tilts more than 23º on its axis as it twirls through space and circles the sun. The woman may know this because she is intelligent and probably educated, but we don’t hear her think it. We just see her react to the changing seasons, adjusting herself to them, participating in them. As time passes her thoughts seem to gradually subside, immersed as she is in activities. The animals must be cared for: Bella milked, Lynx and Pearl fed. The white crow too comes for morsels. In spring the woman gathers seeds, nuts, fruit. In summer she plants potatoes and cuts hay. In autumn she hunts for roe deer with a rifle from the hunting lodge. In winter she hunkers down, builds fires in the hearth, writes notes in a makeshift journal on the backs of old calendars, plays with the animals, thinks her thoughts, sleeps and eats, cleans the lodge. Life is now this simplicity, these chores and routines, this pattern of being. She is neither happy nor sad. She shifts between both, as we all do anyway in our lives. She learns to be calm, emptied of useless thoughts. It’s emotion that matters, the bedrock of being, she feels, not the realm of thinking where thoughts come and go like clouds drifting across an empty sky. She learns to trust this feeling of calmness, this quiet state of being, rather than the rambling thoughts that plunder and confuse her mind with insistent claims on her attention.

After a time she even begins to forget about the wall — where it came from and what it might mean. If there are still people beyond the valley in mountain villages or elsewhere, they may or may not come to find her. She’s non-committal, accepting both possibilities, no longer forcing life to fit the schemes she has devised for it. Come what may, as the seasons do, defines the tenor of her life now. The past lives on in scraps of memory, but this day, this one right now, the one filled with sunshine, chirping birds and fresh air, is the one that counts. She knows it. The future? What use in plunging deeply into it? We can’t impose our will and desires on it. We must look at it as we look at anything else we can’t control — with our gambler’s luck and hope.

At one point she thinks these thoughts aloud, thoughts that show the transformation she is going through, thoughts that could never have occurred to her before. The old bourgeois life is a chrysalis she has left behind, an artefact of the past. She thinks this:

“Sometimes my thoughts become confused, and it is as if the forest has put down roots in me and is thinking its eternal thoughts in my brain.”

This admission comes during her third year alone. She then thinks:

“Back then, in the second summer, I hadn’t reached that point. The demarcation lines were still rigidly drawn. I find it hard when writing to separate my old self from my new self, and I’m not sure my new self isn’t slowly being absorbed into some greater ‘we’.”

Why the Cartesian duality in our brains, the false dichotomy we impose on the world? Why this fallacy we take to be true? Because our brains are hardwired to see patterns in the world, and among them the idea of opposites is the simplest, most common: night and day, Heaven and Earth, life and death. But these are just concepts, subjective and arbitrary, valuations the human mind places on the world. There is no night and day to the earth. It just rotates. It has no sense of opposites. Night and day are one, the illusion of difference made by the 12 hours we measure between them.

One wintry day in the forest she is hunting for roe deer. A fox appears on a snowy bank near the river. We see the fox in the sights of her rifle. The rifles trembles. The dog Lynx whimpers nearby. He has come to learn what the sound of the gun denotes. He knows it signals blood and death. The woman knows it too, shaking at the sight of death so near the fox. No, she can’t do it. She can’t extinguish the life of such a beautiful creature. Then she thinks again and tells us why:

“The only creature in the forest who can do right and wrong is me. I alone can show mercy. Sometimes I wish away the burden of decision-making. But I am human and can only think and act like a human. Only death will free me from this.”

She is right. She is moral because only human beings can be, as morality is an invention of culture. She has an idea that something is right or wrong which no other creature has. Again, the realm of opposites, which culture needs to function. No law without order and vice versa. Having left the forest, the jungles of Africa which gave us life, this is now our condition, these things we’ve made called culture and civilisation.

What then has meaning if all is a fabrication of culture, if nature is amoral, remorselessly indifferent? Maybe value is more important than meaning. Life is valuable because it exists. Something is more valuable than nothing. Whatever this might mean, maybe it’s for you to decide. But value is intrinsic. You needn’t decide. Just accept. The gift of life, this chance, is given.

I once came across a sentence by the Irish writer Wm. Trevor that stopped me in my tracks. I never forgot it. He wrote:

“Love is the only thing that matters in the bits and pieces of a person’s life.”

Our woman in the forests of the Austrian Alps now realises this too. She thinks:

“I pity animals and I pity people, as they’re cast into this life without being consulted. Maybe people are more pitiable, as they have just enough intelligence to resist the natural course of things. It has made them wicked and desperate and not very lovable. All the same, life could have been lived differently. There is no impulse more rational than love. It makes life more bearable for the lover and the loved one…I keep thinking about that. I can’t understand why we had to take the wrong path.”

For the woman now there are no right paths. Or none that lead to a freedom other than this. Here is where she is and this the life she must live. Maybe this is what this brilliant film has wanted to say all along. If so, there are few finer ones to be seen.

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Sally Black

Beautiful, Intense,Totally Captivating !!!!!

2014年11月26日にカナダでレビュー済み

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Have seen it twice on Netflix and had to own it !! Acting is superb, scenery is simply beautiful and the magnitude of the story, how one woman alone, made the very, very best of the most unsettling event ever,to happen-well, like I said, I had to have it and will watch it once or twice a year and make that night a special wine & popcorn night !!
I LOVE this magnificent presentation !!!

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M. Fairman

Great idea, acting is excellent, but with holes in the plot (wall)?

2014年11月16日に英国でレビュー済み

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Gripping and taunt in places, very moving in others, (I don't like dogs but there was real affection between her and the hound and you really did feel they totally depended on each other). The acting was first rate. The way the film jumped in time at times had me confused for a bit...what had I missed. No nothing, that was just the way it went.

But at one part did it fall apart for me and I never really got over that. Don't read anymore if you don't want a spoiler.....

OK, so she finds another person there, sadly it doesn't work out, LOL. Now if that was you and I, wouldn't you instantly run to the wall and work your way around it? I mean he cannot have been living in that area all the time, he got in, he was another survivor, so you'd look for the entrance he used wouldn't you. I mean I'd spend me whole life looking for that, yet she doesn't, she doesn't spend one minute looking for his way in and her way out. ?????

So I begun to think, maybe the wall and the place doesn't exist, maybe she just went totally mad one night and this is her fantasy world, isolated, away from everyone but in reality she is in a mental home and we are just seeing her view of her fantasy world. Well as an idea it's as good as any I have heard. I just don't buy into the idea of a man turning up and she doesn't go looking for how he got in there.

Well worth watching, time well spent, but not the type of film you will watch again and again.

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