The Cranes Are Flying evaluation action
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Winnifred 2022-03-22 09:02:39
#Film Archive# 1. "A real film must be a poetic film! It should be the same in terms of play, image processing, and means of expression. The thought and intention of producing a film should be expressed through poetry. Because poetry can Give the artist a philosophical point of view, a far-sighted spirit and high-spirited spirit from a height. Poetry films and rational films are not insurmountable. Works that combine these two factors will gain new and powerful power. 2. The lyrical energy generated by the 360-degree rotation of the camera. After the cameraman's nearly juggling of difficult moving shots, the camera ascends to the sky, vortexing the towering treetops of the Soviet forest into a carnival carousel. The film depicts Soviet society during World War II as a Baroque mural and a love story that continues to move generations after the war. There is no hiding, fleeing, wounding, smuggling, or returning home in honor. Everything is full of life, tears and smiles, making you look up to the sky and watch the flock of geese that always fly by in an orderly manner.
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Colten 2022-03-25 09:01:19
Many times, our lives are like silent black and white clips in a movie. The camera cuts past us one by one, then turns around and cuts back again. No dialogue, no lines. We appear silently in those scenes covered by silence. Those lens language with deja vu, sometimes like the heaviest slap in the face, slapped hard in the face. Sometimes like the most attractive sunlight, lightly sprinkled on the chest. That kind of bitter cold, that kind of self-righteousness that criticizes us. That kind of pleasant warmth, that kind of freedom shows our modesty.
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[first lines]
Boris: Wait, squirrel! Here. Put it on.
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Fyodor Ivanovich: Stop it this minute! You're a still a soldier in the Red Army! Are you trying to get discharged? Are you afraid we'll heal your hands and send you back to the front?
A patient in the infirmary: No, Doctor, he's not like that. He got a letter.
Fyodor Ivanovich: I know. That's just an excuse. Big deal! So your bride ran off. You should be glad! She isn't worth a penny if she would trade a handsome guy like you, a real hero, for some rat sitting out the war at home! It's she who's forfeit her happiness, not you! And that's what she deserves. She's got a petty soul. People like her can't understand how much suffering we've gone through. You stood up to death itself. You looked death in the face. You approached it with your chest stuck out. And she couldn't even pass the little test of time. Woman like her deserve only your contempt. There can be no forgiveness for them!