Breaking the Waves evaluation action
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Demetris 2022-03-28 09:01:04
Be careful what you wish for. The telephone booth in the rain, the fool's ship in the sea, the children throwing stones, the door is closed, the crime of faith, the bell of heaven outside the radar circle is tolling; destroying the pure evil aesthetics, the degree of perversion and distortion in the ideological connotation is comparable to "This Room" "I Made It" This kind of doll draws intestines to be more extreme.
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Vergie 2022-01-02 08:01:35
Dogma95 prototype. In fact, I really admire Lars von Trier's shooting concept, but too deliberately to avoid some things but lack the proper effect. I don't like this story, I don't like his shots and editing, but fortunately the effect is really good. This was a self-binding creation, and then he became addicted to self-binding.
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Dr. Richardson: Bess. I... I think you've got yourself involved in something that is out of your control.
Bess McNeill: Have I?
Dr. Richardson: [sighs] Come on Bess. You're not a kid anymore.
Dr. Richardson: Look for Christ's sake, he's... he's forcing you to get screwed by every Tom, Dick and Harry... it's just not you.
Bess McNeill: I don't make love with them. I make love with Jan, and I save him from dying.
Dr. Richardson: [exhales] Well I'm sorry, but, you know, to me seems more like a dirty old man who wants to play the Peeping Tom.
Bess McNeill: Sometimes... I don't even have to tell him about it.
Bess McNeill: Jan and me... we have a spiritual contact.
Bess McNeill: God gives everyone something to be good at. I've always been stupid... but I'm good at this.
Bess McNeill: God gives everyone a talent.
Dr. Richardson: What's Jan talent?
Bess McNeill: He is... He's a great lover.
Dr. Richardson: Well, what's... what's mine, then?
Bess McNeill: I don't know.
Bess McNeill: Haven't you find it yet?
Dr. Richardson: [chuckles] I see... And what's your talent Bess? Because, um, surely it can't be being screwed by men you've never seen before.
Bess McNeill: I can believe.
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Dodo McNeill: Not one of you has the right to consign Bess to hell!