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Adolfo 2023-04-08 15:58:14
God put Nietzsche's ten-year soul into the shell of a dark horse, and witnessed the destruction of the world in six days, so God laughed and said, "Do you dare to say that this old man is...
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Jacey 2023-03-02 07:33:25
Twice the speed basically does not affect the look and feel. The first Bellatar, the small tower after the old tower, also belongs to the master level of film art. The film begins with darkness and ends with darkness, depicting a six-day world, with Nietzsche as an introduction. From Nietzsche's madness to the unrequited love of horses to the boring and hard life of father and daughter, the endless gale until the end of dead silence. Because of a lot of metaphors and blank space, there is too...
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Zackery 2023-02-26 04:03:46
Superman is difficult to control the yoke and dismounts, and the self sleeps on the couch to raise the wind demon. Not only Bella's closed-door work, but also Nietzsche's performance art. Watching "Satan's Tango" at the beginning of the year and "Horse of Turin" at the end of the year is really...
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Ian 2023-02-19 10:30:56
Hungarian film master Béla Tarr's final film tells a great mystery about Nietzsche. I don't like this film, boredom is not a problem, Xuan is not difficult, but pretending makes me uncomfortable. The film shows a strong aura that is so lofty that it refuses people to be thousands of miles away. Although "The Tree Of Life" is lofty, at least the main body of the story is the family, while this film has been suppressed for a long time in a cramped hut where the wind is...
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Elaina 2023-02-13 23:22:43
For the first two days, the cycle of changing clothes, changing shoes, and tidying up the house bored me calmly. On the third day, I thought about how busy I was a few days ago, and when I finally got home, I was alone with myself when I fell asleep. It was very tiring to talk, and it was very tiring to fall in love with each other, but these are all things you do naturally. It's not even a responsibility, it's the initiative of love, it's the years that must pass. On the fourth day, it was...
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Amelia 2023-02-06 06:14:12
Five stars; the finale of the Hungarian art film master Beratar. A masterpiece that requires patience to watch, the film is as experimental as any philosophical masterpiece. Every black and white shot is the reverse engineering of the anti-Genesis that the director wants to express. When the light on the sixth day disappears, everything is long and repetitive. also...
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Raul 2023-01-27 19:22:03
After reading it, I just hate myself for reading too little, unable to explore the deep meaning behind the film images and texts, but watching such a work with profound artistic conception, beautiful composition, and poetic long shots will get a different kind of enjoyment even if you can't explore its...
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Liam 2022-12-29 09:55:12
The director's work is always depressing. ....
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Angelita 2022-12-14 03:31:47
It was the first time I watched Bella Tal's feature film, and I opened it with the subtitles down. There were only more than 200 pieces, and the length of the film was almost two and a half hours. I knew immediately that it would be very boring. But I can proudly say that I didn't fast-forward while watching the film, because I was watching this film while watching other films, or watching it while surfing the Internet,...
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Maybelle 2022-12-07 04:05:32
I thought of Dreyer for the first time, so I quickly hit two stars, box box...
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Grayce 2022-04-04 09:01:08
Life and death scene under black and white lens (association of some details)
"In the countryside, people and animals, together, are busy living and dying." This is Xiao Hong's life and death scene, and it is also very suitable for this movie.
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Gabe 2022-03-29 08:01:02
A mirrored work
Star rating: ★★★★★
On January 3, 1889, Nietzsche saw a coachman whipping an old horse with a whip in Turin's Piazza Carlo Alberto. He hugged the old horse's neck in pain and eventually lost it sanity. At the beginning of the film, Beratar told the matter with a one-minute black screen and...
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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.
