Crossing the hill, only to find no one waiting; the world is like smoke like yellow earth, until death.

Plot summary.

She searches for her homeland, she searches for love. She has struggled constantly in the face of apartheid and a father who regulates the media. In his first speech to the South African Parliament, South African leader Nelson Mandela recited her poem, "Nyanga's Dead Child," and praised her as South Africa's finest poet.

Oscar-winning director Paula van der Oest's latest masterpiece depicts the legendary life of South African poetess Ingrid Jonker, who fought against the system during the apartheid era and also brings out the love-hate feud between her and her lover (Nyan Connighan) and father (Rughool). Ingrid Jonker, a famous South African poetess, had a difficult and tragic childhood but had an amazing talent for writing poetry. As her husband served in the old South African government, their marriage broke up due to differences in views on apartheid, which led to her depression, and finally chose to throw herself into the sea at the age of 32.

In 1994, when South African President Nelson Mandela was released from prison, he recited a touching poem by Ingrid Jonker at his inauguration ceremony, which made Ingrid Jonker famous worldwide 30 years after her death. ...

The Black Butterfly Dance" is only 100 minutes long, but I felt it was very long. It's not because the film is hard to watch that I felt long, but because the depressing, intense, heavy tone of the film made me follow the time slowed down. This seems to be my first time watching a film about a female poet, and watching this film always reminds me of Xiao Hong and movies about her.

Ingrid Jonker is a white South African poetess who was active around 1960, and the reason why I pointed out "white" is that there was also a racial divide between "black and white" in South Africa, no less than in the United States, where racial discrimination was a constant issue in the past. In the United States, where racial discrimination was an issue at every turn.

Around the 1960s, as the chaos of the apartheid era intensified in South Africa, Ingrid Jonker fought against a series of "black and white" institutions imposed by the state. A young single mother with a young daughter, she could only use her poetic talent to express her free will and love to the world.

Her father, a local translation press official, went straight to Congress and managed to decide whether the works of local and foreign writers and poets could be published and distributed, and what newspaper stories should be published to reach the public. She also has a biological sister, Anna Goncourt, who is caught in her conflict with her father, but the poet is only herself. The conflict between her and her elderly father was not reconciled until her death. At the age of 32, she had already experienced too many sorrows and joys, frustration and grief that caused her to break down and even depression, addiction to cigarettes and alcohol, and indulgence in lust with other poets and writers to anesthetize her sorrows.

When her book of poems finally won a prize, she dared to come to her old father. Although her father had always denied her poetic talent since she was a child, and she had always suffered from the lack of encouragement and support from her relatives, this was her moment of distinction, and she dressed up and came to her father in person to ask him respectfully if he would go with her to receive the award. She has been trying to prove herself to her opposing and suppressing father, who is after all father and daughter, despite their different political views. But perhaps the old father's desire for power and political opinion is too deep, stubborn, can not see his daughter's heart and does not want to understand his daughter's world, more reluctant daughter's opinion openly against his majesty.

A scene at the end of the film made my nose sore, 32-year-old Ingrid finally threw herself into the sea, and an old, gray-haired father sitting alone in the old, empty house on the side of the family mansion.

The walls are filled with poems written by his daughter when she was alone here. This old house is the personal space of her daughter Ingrid, the place that connects her childhood memories of losing her mother when she was a child with her father, whom she never met, after their first meeting, and the changes she made as she grew up, the old house is the existence that witnessed all this. The old father, sitting in a decrepit posture at the moment, grew older and older, staring dumbly at the wall full of poems left by Ingrid as if every word was Ingrid's heart and love, tears and blood. The old man's eyes were tearful and regretful. Kinship is the world's blood is thicker than water feelings, is the inseparable link. The world is in turmoil, the national system is in chaos, political differences, personal stubbornness, lack of understanding between relatives, no tolerance and understanding, no support and trust from relatives, for the strength of a person's heart, like the withdrawal of the heart of the house of one of the load-bearing pillars, not far from the collapse of the heart of the house.

Ingrid and her lover's love-hate entanglement, falls, ups and downs. Each of her loves is all-consuming and complete. The poet's feelings are more intense and passionate than the writer the painter's. Ingrid loves a man, she will "empty" the man, this is how intense and hot love, give and take the extent of the last love before the end of the world. Each love, the lover's departure and abandonment of this love will be pregnant, and personally "kill" the unborn little life, is angry, hateful, ashamed of this life, is slowly tending to destruction.

The crystallization of unfulfilled love is the existence of pain, she could not accept this huge pain, she was in pain, blood flowing, blood and tears. She was hurt, crying, overwhelmed, inexpressible pain, self-harm, running away, intermittent paranoia, and depression, until finally, exhausted her love and life, the lights ran out, which is perhaps the price of love.

She loves deeply and hurts completely. What the poet seeks is a love of high purity, whether it is giving or taking, returning or giving, it is a love so strong that it burns with its own life. Every time love overflows and pain suffocates, the window to seek even a breath is to write poetry, which is her medicine to relieve the pain, a way for her to temporarily reprieve. When her family cannot give her heart support and care, love, one of the most important things in a woman's life, becomes another load-bearing pillar, but also shaky and never solid enough to give her the peace of mind of a haven.

She lives in a country where the problem of racial discrimination between "black and white" is so serious that there is the possibility of bloodshed in the streets of cities or suburbs where black people are shot. She has black friends, and she believes that "black and white" have equal rights and should live together in peace in this country. When she experienced a riot in the streets to suppress the black people, and witnessed a scene where a family of black people who were eager to take their children to the doctor was killed at gunpoint in the street riot, she was greatly stimulated, and she hastily took her young daughter to escape from such a horrible place.

She looked at her young daughter, still young life, heartbroken that her daughter's future life will live in such a country, her inner fear and pain are about to overflow. She wanted to let more people know and understand how wrong this "black and white" chaos was and how she had to fight and stop it. However, her power was small, and in such a patriarchal and racist country, her poems were criticized by her father with tears in her eyes.

She witnessed indifference, saw insensitivity, experienced cold guns, and heard harsh words about the loss of life. She tried her best to do something about such a chaotic world, but she seemed powerless to do anything about it. When she finally impressed society with her poems, the first blow she received was the cold water from her father. The weight-bearing pillar of affection finally collapsed. She may no longer be able to use her little power to do something for such a chaotic world.

Whether it was her family, love, political opinion, life, and freedom, every defeat, injury, blow and collapse was her real-life experience, the source of her poetry, and every unfortunate "calamity" she encountered became the inspiration for her masterpieces. For Ingrid, perhaps only poetry could serve as a breakthrough for her to express herself, because in reality she searched over mountains and hills, but could not find that "breakthrough" for her life to breathe.

She tirelessly crosses every hill, only to find that there is always no one waiting for her, a sorrow that she tasted over and over again in her short life until she died.

Finally, after a series of changes, her lover Jack wanted to cherish Ingrid, and holding her, who was already physically and mentally bruised and haggard, Jack tenderly asked her, "I want you and Simone (Ingrid's youngest daughter) to move in with me, can you?" Ingrid's dull, blank eyes looked expressionlessly at her once beloved Jack: "That's not very nice..." Jack asked, "Why? What's wrong?" Ingrid: "I can't love anymore..." At that time, Ingrid already had nothing left of this world, but her little daughter was still a bit reluctant to leave, sometimes looking at the picture of her sister in the swing with her little daughter, Ingrid's heart hesitated to leave the world.

That rainy night, she got her prize, the book, in the rain to Jack, she was drenched like a poor stray cat drenched in the rain, her hair was still dripping with raindrops, she stared at Jack with affection and read out the poem she wrote for him, as if exhausted the last ounce of strength, this is her last "farewell" to her lover It was her last "goodbye" to her lover.

Finally, she left, on that rainy night, under the pouring rain, walking along the shores of Cape Town, South Africa, late at night, closing her eyes and taking a leap. Body and soul exhausted heart and soul, she finally out of the world's tangled ties, love and hate, chaos and danger, she returned to the embrace of the sea, the sea is free, unrestrained, passionate and gentle, inclusive of all, belongs to her. Every time there is a shot of Ingrid and the sea, the sea has become poetic and gentle because of her, she also regained the freedom of the heart because of the sea, with a kind of sadness, letting the waves and tides change, lingering. Facing the sea, she can see the "spring flowers".

At the end of the film, the voice of Nelson Mandela, the president of South Africa, is heard. In the dark days of the past, in a moment of national fear and despair, when people pretended not to hear her cries, she ended her life. She was simultaneously a white South African and an African, and her name was Ingrid Jonker. ...he recited Ingrid Jonker's poem "Nyanga's Dead Child

The child is not dead...

He swung his fist at the mother who cried out for Africa...

The boy didn't die...

Not in Langa, not in Nyanga...

He didn't die in Orlando, he didn't die in Sharpville...

Not at the police station in Philippi...

Even though he was on the ground with a bullet in his head...

That kid just wanted to play in the Nyanga sun...

That boy should have grown up and traveled all over Africa...

That kid could have grown up and traveled the world...

Without any passes...