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Glennie 2022-01-21 08:03:01
"The Gaze of Ulysses" pull tab
The pull film of "The Gaze of Ulysses" firstly illustrates that each of An Zhe's films has very luminous passages that are worth analyzing. Here I only choose the last two parts of the "National Border Trilogy" as the drawing objects, that is, "The Gaze of Ulysses" and "Eternity and One Day". One...
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Bryana 2022-01-21 08:03:01
Epic about heroes
The final monologue of the film reminded me of Odysseus. About wandering and returning. My short translation is as follows: When I come back wearing someone else’s clothes and using someone else’s name, but you know my unpredictable journey. If you see me and don’t believe it, say: "You are not...
Thanasis Vengos
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Estefania 2022-04-24 07:01:23
How can I not fit into this story.
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Madisyn 2022-03-16 09:01:07
Second brush, the 48th Cannes Jury Awards. 1. The myth of Odysseus connects with the history of Balkan wars, and the development of a century of film reflects the legacy of human souls. Poetry transforms pain and sorrow, and brings out the eternal motif of Anzhe's wandering rootless / broken home. 2. Dismemberment of the Lenin statue/fantasy arrest/dense fog and the end of the nation/breaking the boundaries of time and space, a five-year-long family prom shot. 3. "To the world we can't dream of changing, all the hopes of disillusionment, to those who choose to leave early"; We have been looking for the signs of love that confirm our existence. |Mom, can I dance with you? (9.3/10)
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