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Enos 2022-01-15 08:02:38
Survive from hell, but unfortunately in the world (with speaklow information)
The movie uses a ridiculous plot to tell the story of a woman who survived a concentration camp looking for her husband.
In the eyes of outsiders, it is very lucky to survive the concentration camp. Now that you have been blessed by fate, you should cherish your life, stay away from the storm,... -
Jennyfer 2022-01-15 08:02:38
The predicament of Jewish identity reconstruction after World War II
This is the most dramatic plot of Christian Petzold's work so far. It is quite different from his early Berlin school style, but the credibility of the plot is on the verge of danger. Even if the wife changed her face and changed another face, how could the husband not recognize the voice and...

Michael Maertens
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Rhiannon 2022-04-21 09:03:03
In some movies, a core BGM will exude a charming charm that is close to the theme and ecstasy. The ending scene, accompanied by the resentful "speak low", the finishing touch, as if the director had given the audience the last drop of slow-to-death mercury, stopped abruptly but had endless aftertastes.
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Mona 2022-03-26 09:01:11
8.1 The plot is rough, but the emotions are delicate, and the perception is light and heavy. The ending is so powerful, Nina Hoss is like a phoenix reborn from ashes, and her true self rises from the song. It's a moment when we fall in love with an actor through the image.
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[first lines]
Lene Winter: [arriving at the border]
Soldat an der Brücke: Passport... Nice car. Where did you get it from?
Lene Winter: It's from Switzerland.
Soldat an der Brücke: Just like you?
Lene Winter: Like me.
Soldat an der Brücke: [whistles to the gate] They're from Switzerland. The girl too.
[to her passenger]
Soldat an der Brücke: I want to see your face.
Lene Winter: Can I talk to you?
[gets out]
Lene Winter: Come on, she's not Eva Braun.
Soldat an der Brücke: Of course not. The bitch got killed by her husband.
Lene Winter: She's from the camps.
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Nelly Lenz: I no longer exist.