I wonder if everyone is caged in?
Are we caged?
Our physical state rejects, we aren't. But our psychological state approves this dubiety.
As a matter of fact, every human being is a caged animal! They aren't forcefully caged by strangers but by their very own stable consciousness.
Some are caged by opaque reality, some by shackles of relationships, some by their blooming adolescents, others by the stories to mask the truth.
"Through a glass darkly", the biblical reference shreds light on the idea of opaque reality, which makes a person commit an error in judgement on the truth and reality. Our half-truth understanding is so refined that it looks like truth.
So it must have to be a 'Hamartia'?
But how can it be relevant to a common human? That term deals in epics and the tragic falls of heroes.
- Aren't everyone's life an Odyssey of the rise and falls? Don't they commit an error in their judgement to understand between the truth and reality?
Human beings are all competitors participating in a maze of life, filled with truth, opaque reality, the meaning of existence, longing for love, and the idea of God.
A bit about Ingmar Bergman's Through the Glass Darkly
A schizophrenic lady seeking the existence of God, an atheist husband comforting the lady with her breakdowns, a brother in his blooming adolescents commit incest unknowingly with his schizophrenic sister and a father who uses his daughter's reality to weave a half-truth story to get the acclamation of becoming a writer. The silence of God and the idea of God again comes into the focal point. You can pause any second of the movie and you will get a story out of the paused frame. That's how sincere the craft is.
Through a glass darkly is the first film of The silence of God trilogy.
Watching all the movies of this trilogy made me realise that Bergman has followed the three dramatic unities holistically. An eerie atmosphere, an isolated environment, the all major themes under the lights and happening of a whole day that too in a surreal way, just opens a gate for you to interpret however you want to.
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Isn't it almost Shakespearean?
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See you again next week with anything artistic!
Until then read this excerpt:
"What can I do to make you remember I am human? It is not easy for me to retain fattered by your ideas of me. I am no saint, and never have been. There have been women who have seen me and known me as a man, and all the time I have wished it were you. But you think of me always as if I were your idea of me and not myself." - Sunlight on a Broken Column, Attia Hosain