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Karlie 2023-09-21 11:00:14
In the past, the anti-"Satan of the World" and the black "creation of whales" are not enough. Bella Tarr spent six days of story time this time, repeatedly chopping wood and lifting water every day, and chaotic Nietzsche and Creation into darkness. =_= Nietzsche's real cup. . ....
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Caden 2023-08-18 09:47:29
The director said, "Look at my picture and see if the composition is beautiful!" After watching it for half an hour, "Listen to my soundtrack, isn't it a bunker!" After listening for half an hour, "Look at my The development of the story, isn't it very meaningful!" And then repeat... The above is what I feel, in order not to delay the level of appreciation, five...
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Dianna 2023-07-16 06:26:23
Tarr's dreamlike images and miracles show Nietzsche's nightmare. The seemingly peaceful and simple life of human beings implies an inescapable fate. People are like God's playthings. Light, water and fire can also take them back, but people are embarrassed in the war with the environment and the heart. The fable of the horse reflects the fate of people. They can't escape the shadow of death, but go crazy before you...
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Freda 2023-07-09 21:58:57
Recently, I was about to start reading Nietzsche's works, and decided to start with some of his allusions. This famous "Horse of Turin" was recommended by friends... Black and white images, long shots... The first dialogue of this film is 20 minutes later , it uses a suffocating rhythm to let you appreciate how boring and boring life is when it only seeks stability... If you only live to prolong life, then living is really no different from waiting for death... The story is an irony to the...
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Marie 2023-07-09 16:00:41
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Leif 2023-06-23 00:16:17
I started watching at 3 o'clock, slept for two and a half hours, and the remaining half an hour was excruciatingly...
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Wilbert 2023-06-07 16:34:21
The picture is...
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Jazmyn 2023-06-03 03:15:00
A monk who lives as pale as a monk, there are only a few things he can do in a day, rationality, stubbornness, even his stubbornness is full of reason, and the sound of breathing falls in that paleness, and you can hear the echo. They live in the wind and darkness with unchanging hope and hopelessness, constantly lighting a lamp that does not light, and the two guard the last...
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Gladyce 2023-05-05 19:42:58
155 minutes, (in a building block-like scene arrangement) piled up/exhausted all the possibilities of life, it is a repeated concrete and a concrete metaphysics. It can be said that the truly great movies are all concrete metaphysical. To a certain extent, this also explains Hu Bo's death. If the horses stopped eating, if the darkness devoured everything, if the destination of escape can only be the starting point, and if all human persistence is meaningless, then really. The rewind in "The...
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Kiera 2023-04-20 19:44:33
I counted about 29 shots and made full use of the extremely closed and limited space. Each shot, even if it was a repeated scene, was given a different and progressive theme, which was so boring that I couldn’t breathe. I can't help thinking: Why should we live in the face of a mechanically boring and meaningless life? Seeing the father and daughter trying in vain to light the oil lamps, I kind of understood Beratar's answer: we're not trying to live, we're just living, that's...
The Turin Horse Comments
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Leif 2022-03-29 08:01:02
The Horse of Turin: Nietzsche's Shell, Tarr's Soul
At the beginning, through the introduction and Tarr's always cold and depressing style, I thought it would be a rather complicated, obscure and unfathomable movie. After watching it, I only looked at the information conveyed visually, whether it is limited space, simple scenes, rare The dialogue of...
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Chance 2022-03-30 09:01:12
Nietzsche's Horse of Turin
"The Horse of Turin" is a typical formalist (abstract) film. There are few lines in the film and the pace is slow. This is a "God is dead" (Nietzschean) story. Director Bella Tal reversed God's six-day creation, which seemed to show a story of extinction.
On the fifth day, when the light went out...
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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.
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Bernhard: Everything's in ruins, everything's been degraded, but I could say that they've ruined and degraded everything, because this is not some kind of cataclysm coming about with so-called "innocent" human aid, on the contrary, it's about man's own judgment over his own self, which of course God has a big hand in, or, dare I say, takes part in, and whatever he takes part in is the most ghastly creation that you can imagine, because, you see, the world has been debased, so it doesn't matter what I say because everything has been debased that they've acquired and since they've acquired everything in a sneaky, underhanded fight, they've debased everything, because whatever they touch, and they touch everything, they've debased; this is the way it was until the final victory, until the triumphant end; acquire, debase, debase, acquire; or I can put it differently if you'd like, to touch, debase and thereby acquire, or touch, acquire and thereby debase; it's been going on like this for centuries, on, on and on; this and only this, sometimes on the sly, sometimes rudely, sometimes gently, sometimes brutally, but it has been going on and on; yet only in one way; like a rat attacks from ambush; because for this perfect victory it was also essential that the other side, that is, everything's that's excellent, great in some way and noble, should not engage in any kind of fight, there shouldn't be any kind of struggle, just the sudden disappearance of one side meaning the disappearing of the excellent, the great, the noble, so that by now the winners who have won by attacking from ambush rule the earth and there isn't a single tiny nook where one can hide something from them because everything they can lay their hands on is theirs, even things that they can't reach but they do reach are also theirs; the heavens are already theirs and theirs are all our dreams; theirs is the moment, nature, infinite silence; even immortality is theirs, you understand?; everything, everything is lost forever, and those many nobles, great and excellent just stood there, if I can put it that way; they stopped at this point and had to understand and had to accept that there is neither God nor gods, and the excellent, the great and the noble had to understand and accept this right from the beginning, but, of course, they were quite incapable of understanding it, they believed it and accepted it but they didn't understand it; they just stood there, bewildered but not resigned until something, that flash on the mind, finally enlightened them, and all at once they realized that there is neither God nor gods; all at once they saw that there is neither good nor bad; then they saw and understood that if this was so then they themselves did not exist either; you see, I reckon this may have been the moment when we can say that they were extinguished, they burnt out; extinguished and burnt out like the fire left to smolder in the meadow; one was the constant loser, the other was the constant victor; defeat, victory, defeat, victory; and one day, here in the neighborhood I had to realize and I did realize that I was mistaken, I was truly mistaken when I thought that there had never been and could never be any kind of change here on earth; because, believe me, I know now that this change has indeed taken place.
