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Alana 2022-04-08 09:01:13
Homework done before translating film reviews. Saw Tal's long shot, but it's very engaging. A sharp expression of the predicament of human existence. Kelemen's photography is...
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Candelario 2022-04-08 09:01:13
I wanted to pretend to give five stars, but I couldn’t; I watched it awake, and I admired myself very much; the camera movement was very good, I understood it; the whole film was 146 minutes long, and only twenty shots were used; it was extremely realistic, But there is a magical smell wafting; the people in the play are doing repetitive things from beginning to end, and finally I start to count the different camera positions behind each repetitive action; didn't...
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Gilda 2022-04-08 09:01:13
A poetic film full of philosophical speculation, some people are tortured, some people are submerged in poetic images - Beratar said: "Nietzsche is equal to this film, the horse, and...
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Garrett 2022-04-08 09:01:13
I cried for the first shot. Another good example that refutes Benjamin's claim that the film is a distraction that cannot be conformed. During the long viewing process, I fell asleep for two naps, and I spent the rest of the time thinking about my own life while enjoying the clay-quality photography. I want to focus on enjoying the sense of daily ritual, although it may seem like doing nothing; but it is also a great irony to return to the psychological pressure of busy running as soon as I...
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Lon 2022-04-08 09:01:13
1. Nietzsche said that when God died, he grieved for the rest of his life, laying on the back of a horse and weeping bitterly, sympathizing with all living beings. Then he became seriously ill and cried and said, "Mom, I'm an idiot". 2. In fact, people can declare that it does not matter if they do not recognize the existence of God, and God will not care. 3. This film clearly lists six days, because the seventh day is designated by God as "Sunday", God does not need human recognition, it is...
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Alexander 2022-04-07 09:01:06
I feel that my role here is as much as Nietzsche (who is about to/has/always be in chaos), as well as as a coachman, and sometimes as a horse driven into service in the cold wind. Everything is so desperate, the grey road leads to a funeral. There are so many metaphors that everything is understood...
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Kenyatta 2022-04-07 09:01:06
The heating and lighting problems of the people should be treated as a top...
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Breana 2022-04-07 09:01:06
Maybe Bellatar is the last poet director, and this work is also the last poetic film. I admit that this is a masterpiece of hypnosis, but the use of mirrors and light has been perfected, using Nietzsche as a wedge, but unexpectedly expressing a completely anti-Nietzsche theme....
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Esmeralda 2022-04-07 09:01:06
3.5 From a technical and technical point of view, basically no one in this world can do better than Beratar. But because it's Bellatar, always expect to see more. Therefore, after the jaw-dropping and various wonderful schedules in the first half ended, the second half began to repeat off and on, and added some not-so-smart metaphors, vaguely feeling that he was starting to hold his breath less. Of course, it's still a notch higher than "The Man from...
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Orland 2022-04-07 09:01:06
Bella Tarr's consistent style, black and white images, long shots, wind and sand. The wind was so strong that the Steadicam shook. The topics are trivia: from today onwards, be a sad person. Feed the horses, chop wood, eat potatoes. From tomorrow, take care of well water and clothes. I have a house that faces the wind and is full of fallen...
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Loyce 2022-04-22 07:01:55
On Nietzsche's Thought in "The Horse of Turin"
In Turin Horse, narrative gives way to time and space. Movies are not designed to describe external reality or to gain some kind of communication with the audience, but are themselves an aesthetic medium, a stage for forming ideas and creating conflicting relationships. Nietzsche and his ideas play...
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Anais 2022-04-23 07:05:44
Does the world end like this?
Winter is here in Chicago, and after a few strong winds, the leaves are all gone, leaving bare branches. Under the gray sky, the wind was howling outside the window. Every day I sat in front of the writing desk and looked at the changes outside the window, and I couldn't help but think of "The...
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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.
