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Magnus 2022-11-16 12:44:39
|MK2BEAUB rushed to the far subway in the middle of the night when it rained, I just remembered that I didn't say a...
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Rosella 2022-11-12 20:00:55
For a while, I often went to the Wenjin Hotel at the South Gate of Tsinghua University to watch some student works and independent films. The only thing that made me quit in the middle was a documentary from Yunnan called "A Pu Da's Waiting", which recorded small children. The daily life of the mentally handicapped son and the dying father in the...
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Camden 2022-10-04 03:44:30
The finale of Hungarian art film master Bela Tal. Silver Bear Award at the 61st Berlin International Film Festival. Ask about Nietzsche's last mysterious story of going crazy to death, and interrogate Genesis again. Horses, couples, potatoes, wells, strong winds, repeating the elements of despair in life, or the final victor is nothing but a silence. Master of photography composition and shot...
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Taya 2022-09-29 08:16:23
The yellow sand is rolling, the wind is howling, the dead leaves are fluttering, and the old horse is decadent. A closed old house, a monotonous and numb life, with only a few words, everyone is a lonely individual, immersed in his own thoughts, even if the torture is boring, he is still dependent, and he is about to die. When a predicament ends, it is silence. , or dissolve in the darkness, like the stubborn Turin...
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Sandrine 2022-04-24 07:01:26
8/10. Finally, I watched the famous long shot of the father and daughter disappearing into the horizon along the gentle slope and returning to the horizon. The sense of time flow of the small tower does not stop at the repeated scenes, but constantly changes the camera angle and character behavior, such as the different scenes of fetching water. Using left, right, and panoramic follow-up photography, the daughter also went from looking blank to hunger strike while eating, looking out the window...
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Friedrich 2022-04-24 07:01:26
The shooting techniques and images have a strong impact, a rare...
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Davonte 2022-04-24 07:01:26
It's too long to see only half of it, please read it when you have...
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Colleen 2022-04-24 07:01:26
Pointless movie. After reading this, I seem to have eaten an extremely expensive private kitchen. My mouth and tongue know that the master has worked hard, but my stomach will not lie, "white water and white Qi, that's all." This film belongs to the most lifeless extreme product among the most accepted video experimental works after 2000. I have absolutely no way to say anything good to him, and I can't be inspired by it. Looking back, I will look at the two more films, Yang Suo and Clark. Look...
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Shanna 2022-04-08 09:01:13
About Hungary, I know Puskas and Keqis, and I also know about "A Hundred Years of Madness", and now there is another Beratar~ I read it every minute and every second in the first hour, but then I was really stuck. If it's broken, just be good, fast forward every long shot until you switch to a new scene and object~ 1 star is dedicated to the music, 1 star is used to act as a force~ Love...
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Leone 2022-04-08 09:01:13
Pathetic music + lots of action + long shots with fixed camera + philosophical dialogue. The film tells the six-day life of a father and daughter. Although the actions are repeated, a proposition is introduced every day, destruction, war, escape, return, religion, and the death of despair. The final long shot of gnawing on raw food has a strong sense of religious suffering. As a symbol, the horse also represents...
The Turin Horse Comments
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Antwan 2022-04-19 09:03:14
The silent torture flogged by the language of master cinema
On the first day, the old horse and the old man marched stubbornly in the strong wind, and the low symphony was overwhelming. Gentle mirror movements, repetitive routines, steaming potatoes. The daughter, who was waiting for the meal, sat alone by the window, and the father, who was full, sat alone...
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Jazmin 2022-04-23 07:05:44
I tend to choose
Choice is not really about what to choose, but about how the chooser lives.
In The Horse of Turin, human beings have lost the ability to choose. The world is desolate, humanity is dim, and eternity dissipates.
It is the greatest charm of Hirokazu Kore-eda's films, and I think it is the director who...
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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.
