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Vance 2022-04-23 07:03:20
Mirror
At the beginning, look straight into the camera and speak stuttering, then keep retreating and retreating to the dark part of the forest, you can get a stream of consciousness in a movie, but you can't do this when you are shooting. I was lucky, so the movie is really an elegant and vulgar thing,...
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Wade 2022-04-22 07:01:41
(ZZ) "21st Century" Online Edition September 2005 Issue No. 42 September 30, 2005
I Can Speak In film history, Andrey Tarkovsky (1936-1986) is known for his "poetic cinema", especially his autobiographical film The Mirror (Zerkalo, 1975). "Poetic Cinema" does not focus on the laying out of the story line, but directly presents the inner scenery of the protagonist in the form of...
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Vergie 2022-01-07 15:52:59
If you use one word to describe this movie, it is poetic. Lao Ta transformed his father's poems into video poems. In fact, they talked about the same theme as "Solaris". Time and memory are the eternal life of mankind. In the limited time of life, mankind still has to do a lot of wrong things. But looking back on my life, everything that I had in contact with my life constituted a lifetime memory. Whether it was clear or vague, this memory was like everything in the mirror after all, and it was impossible to see. So you can laugh and shed tears, the so-called sorrow and joy.
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Charley 2022-03-21 09:02:34
Fire and rain, fog and light, temperature and humidity, green and red, color and black and white, come slowly.
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