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Robb 2022-03-25 09:01:23
Cloisonne or other with western food
If only in terms of film skills or narrative style, it should be a "great work".
It's a pity that the director is too ambitious, hoping to show a grand landscape about human beings or about certain values in just two hours.
For movies, grand narratives often lead to failure.
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Darren 2022-04-19 09:03:13
third rose
Love is true, it really brings troubles, lingering where
do you put the third one? who knows.
Too confused. After being struck by lightning, you will regain your youthful body, but your heart is still old. Mixed with Nazis and wars, mysterious ancient rituals and skeletons, dreams. He said that he...
Zoltan Butuc
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Anderson 2022-03-22 09:03:04
The middle section was full of tears - yawning. But when I think about it at the end of the final scene, I still really like it. Coppola's comeback in his twilight years as a sole proprietorship, without the pressure of investors and producers, was almost as much stuffed as possible by him, including the completely misunderstood oriental culture and the linguistics that completely served his personal intentions. All kinds of elements inside, all rubbed and scattered into the stream of consciousness like dream babbling into Zhuang Sheng's dream butterfly, chaotic, mysterious, but refreshing
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Reid 2022-03-27 09:01:23
Couldn't watch the full movie. It is full of symbolism and dreams, and there are areas that have not been touched in linguistics, religion, etc. This is a discussion of the ultimate propositions of 'time, love, dreams', etc., indigestion.
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Dominic: [records his voice] Geneva, 1941, May the 7th. Dominic Matei. Dictation. The documents in the Geneva safety deposit box summarize my life, which was profoundly changed in the spring of 1938 in front of the Gara de Nord railroad station in Bucharest. My first experiences were described and analyzed by Prof. Roman Stanciulescu, in reports which were confiscated by the Nazis.
[now watching a cinema newsreel of 22nd June, 1941. V.O. continues]
Dominic: The war rages around me. I'm a fugitive in neutral Switzerland, encircled by the Axis powers. My Romanian homeland has made a pact with the devil - Adolf Hitler - and may soon be under siege... I've lost contact with my dear friend Prof. Stanciulescu, which could mean that he's been killed... I live in fear, dreading what awaits in the alleyways, eluding capture by my wits, moving from hotel to rooming house, always working on my book.
Dominic: [V.O. continues. Dominic forges his documents] November the 30th, 1941. Zurich. Dominic Matei. I have explained in Portfolio B how I instinctively found the talent to preserve myself. Living like a secret agent, I discovered abilities to forge documents, change addresses and prepare disguises...
[visits a bank]
Dominic: Shortly before he disappeared, Prof. Stanciulescu arranged a bank account for me. In Geneva. Under the name of William Patterson. Now, without him, his funds will be depleted... and I will have to find other means.
Dominic: [V.O. continues. Dominic reads newspapers in a café] February the 20th, 1942. Bern. I must face the undeniable and chilling truth... that I am a mutant. Like a character in a science fiction novel. I am a strange Superman of the future. I have access to knowledge unavailable to mankind. Powers, I don't fully understand.
[visits a library]
Dominic: Despite this, I try to behave as an ordinary intellectual. Working to complete my book, documenting the origin of language and human consciousness. I began to realize that with any text I have before me, if I wanted to know the content, I simply... knew it.
Dominic: [V.O. continues. Dominic plays roulette in a casino] Lake Campione, October the 23rd, 1942. I found I could augment my income. Winning just enough not to arouse suspicion. Nothing is as it seems. I am the proof of that... I trust... no one.
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Dominic: [voice over] Sometimes... I admit to myself that it's possible... I will never be able to finish my life's work. My one and only book. And that in the end... without her... I will be nothing. And I will die alone.
[cries]
