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Oma 2022-03-30 09:01:12
Can live with this movie, you can live with...
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Bernardo 2022-03-30 09:01:12
You don't even need to know what Tal is going to say, just surrender to the powerful atmosphere and feel it. The black and white long shot is magnificent, and it can already be compared to the status of the white ribbon in my heart. It even took a screenshot and used it as a poster. Everything was gone in six days, leaving only eternal emptiness. The only restlessness is the Fat Man and the Gypsies segment. It is right to give clues to solve the puzzle, but it loses the...
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Clementina 2022-03-30 09:01:12
I'm not good enough, I haven't seen a clue yet. I think the director is very cool. It's now 3 months later and this video has been stuck in my...
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Jules 2022-03-30 09:01:12
God is dead, Nietzsche sees the truth of the universe from a horse. The wind howls like an apocalyptic vision, Genesis is reversed, the water disappears followed by light, and darkness and silence point to the end of all things. Go mad, roar, the end of life is death. The single tree that does not fall on the field, standing among the dead leaves flying in the sky, has a contrast of life and death with the tree in Angelopoulos' "Landscape in the Fog". Bella Tarr's final film, it's a...
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Carter 2022-03-30 09:01:12
The third time was the film I watched at Nortel. The skills were not as rich as that of "The Whale Circus", but I still liked its philosophical concerns. Especially when I heard the sentence: "The wood borer has no voice", the prophecy of the huge energy contained in the silence almost made me...
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Joelle 2022-03-30 09:01:12
On the first day, the old horse with mottled and dirty fur struggled and struggled in the gale and the cold fog. On the sixth day, the well was dry, the water was gone, the coals were extinguished, the oil lamp could no longer be lit, and God was dead. Nietzsche said: Without light, the world would have no light, and it would go into darkness, death and chaos. Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are "horses of Turin". Tarbella ended with this, leaving behind a black hole of...
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Jana 2022-03-30 09:01:12
After watching the movie, it was a master class for Bella Tarr himself. When a boy said that he had seen words such as helpless and despair from the movie, Tarr trembled all over. He said I'm going to tell you, here with me, life is like this, day after day, similar, weaker, and...
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Fanny 2022-03-29 09:01:10
God created the world in seven days, and Tar destroyed everything in seven days! Bella Tarr's closing mountain is a story about the German philosopher Nietzsche, who saw a coachman beat an old horse with a whip in Turin's Piazza Carlo Alberto. Bella Tarr pursued that horse's story, and perhaps Nietzsche's. Tarr's consistent avant-garde style and long takes, mise-en-scene and scene changes in photography are absolutely masterful....
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Rico 2022-03-29 09:01:10
Watch you set up the carriage, watch you drive the carriage, watch you unload the carriage; watch you get dressed, watch you undress, watch you wash clothes; watch you cook potatoes, watch you eat potatoes, watch you finish eating; watch you fetch water , see you boiling water, see your water gone; see you blowing, see you blowing, see you...
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Connie 2022-03-29 09:01:10
Five stars; the finale of the Hungarian art film master Beratar. A masterpiece that requires patience to read, the film is as experimental as any philosophical masterpiece, every black and white shot is the anti-Genesis reverse engineering that the director wants to express, and when the light on the sixth day disappears, everything is long and repetitive. also...
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Easton 2022-04-06 09:01:06
What happened to Nietzsche holding the crying horse?
We all like to ask, what happened to XX later? If you are interested in Nietzsche, then you might as well watch a movie like this, it tells the story of Nietzsche after he came out of his hotel in Turin, he saw a horse being beaten by a coachman, then went up to hug him and cried, and then...
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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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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.
