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Jovani 2022-04-22 07:01:55
"Mount Everest"
Bellatar is a Mount Everest to many current directors.
God created the world in seven days, there was light on the first day, the light disappeared on the fifth day in the movie; water was created on the second day, the well dried up on the fourth day in the movie, and the seventh day, there was no...
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Stan 2022-04-23 07:05:44
Barren Wild of Destiny
Frigid winds, ferocious winds, a hut in the wilderness, a father and daughter struggling to survive, a miserably thin horse, a life in a predicament that repeats like a diary.
The work of the master director Bella Tal, the whole film uses black and white and long shots to set the film's cold...
Mihály Ráday
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Kelsie 2022-04-07 09:01:06
Open two chat windows at the same time and open the push content of Google Reader on the Kindle, you can ensure that you don't fall asleep while playing this movie.
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Winston 2022-03-29 09:01:10
Zhang Ailing: The Chinese believe that people do not go anywhere if they live year after year, and human beings do not go anywhere if they go on from generation to generation. So what's the point of living? No matter whether it makes sense or not, it is alive anyway, living in a lazy ashes. Xu Tong's "Fortune Telling": There are two beggars in the house. There is no food, no drink, and no good living. Is it necessary to live a life without any fun? Lao Li answered me: Hey, do you have to have fun to live?
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Bernhard: Theirs is the moment... nature, infinite silence.
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Narrator: In Turin on the 3rd of January 1889, Friedrich Nietzsche steps out of the doorway of number six, Via Carlo Albert, perhaps to take a stroll, perhaps to go by the post office to collect his mail. Not far from him, the driver of a hansome cab is having trouble with a stubborn horse. Despite all his urging, the horse refuses to move, whereupon the driver - Giuseppe? Carlo? Ettore? - loses his patience and takes his whip to it. Nietzsche comes up to the throng and puts an end to the brutal scene caused by the driver, by this time foaming at the mouth with rage. For the solidly built and full-moustached gentleman suddenly jumps up to the cab and throws his arms around the horse's neck, sobbing. His landlord takes him home, he lies motionless and silent for two days on a divan until he mutters the obligatory last words "Mutter, ich bin dumm!" and lives for another ten years, silent and demented, under the care of his mother and sisters. We do not know what happened to the horse.
