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Chelsea 2022-03-21 09:02:48
Building an opera house in the depths of the jungle is no different from opening the way to the sea.
Fitzgerald - the "crazy infatuated" character that Herzog persistently portrayed, is the embodiment of "crazy" in human nature.
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Vincenzo 2022-03-25 09:01:16
The demise of the idealist
Fitzgerald is an almost fanatical opera lover. His greatest wish is to build an opera house in the pristine rainforest and invite his beloved opera performance artist Crosso to sing.
This is where the story unfolds.
To build an opera house requires money; to renovate and maintain it, you need...
Ruy Polanah
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Milan 2022-03-18 09:01:05
Revisited for the third time on March 24, 2018; the image of "there is no ice in their language" is comparable to "a hundred years of loneliness"; the confrontation between civilization and wildness, the complementarity of physical strength and will; only Herzo Grid can tune documentary and magic into a magnificent way, and only Jinsky can convey such a frenzied fighting spirit, a gorgeous chant in the tropical rain forest.
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Domenica 2022-03-21 09:02:48
The director made the whole scene restore the natural beauty of the Amazon jungle while the scene scheduling is awesome. And the astonishing action of the film's narrative has prompted it to bring the audience a subversive audio-visual aesthetics. When the cruise ship entered the forest, the musical rhythm of the primitive tribe and the melody of the opera came out on the screen, and I have to say that this ideological metaphor is very strong. The whole process of pushing the boat also reflects the silent occupation of the primitive civilization by Western civilization.
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