Ettore Geri

Ettore Geri

  • Born: 1914-3-15
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  • Extended Reading
    • Marcellus 2022-02-22 08:02:10

      Before the storm

      In fact, I came for Helmut Berg, but when the movie progressed to the chalet looking at each other, I was hit hard, and I didn't slow down until the end. Goodbye, cruel youth, goodbye, Feniz Garden.


             Why do all the comments you can see criticize this film? In fact, I think a very good movie....

    • Clarissa 2022-02-22 08:02:10

      We were all boys in that garden

      If the background of Nazis and World War II is removed from this film, what is left is the story of an infatuated man pursuing the goddess that he has always admired, but in the end he couldn't get it, but was picked up by his friends. However, such a general love story becomes very different in...

    • Hoyt 2022-04-20 09:02:25

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    • Lupe 2022-04-21 09:03:16

      "My brokenheartedness and heartbreak in this situation is ridiculous." Times are changing too fast, and before the storm hit the garden, the messy future has long been revealed. The condensed and precise scheduling and resonance of Desica in the past has developed into diffused voices and colors, almost unbridled and slippery emotions (especially in that scene where the heartbreak reached its peak, and in the middle of the night you saw a stranger lying in bed. At the foot of her bed, the lover's face disfigured in the shadows). She said, "I want us to just reminisce (because we have no future)", and those who are simple and incapable of words are lost in the gap between world events such as clouds gathering and facial expressions changing slightly, so they can't even grasp it. Mysterious mood. In the end, the wonderful embrace was the cruelty and tenderness that Desica gave to the greatest extent, which was touching.

    The Garden of the Finzi-Continis quotes

    • Micol: You and I are not normal people. For the two of us, what counts more than the possession of things - how shall I put it - is the remembrance of things, the memory of things.

    • Micol Finzi-Contini: Children are always prisoners of grownups.