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Gilda 2022-03-20 09:02:23
Relive the “limits of work” of neo-realism, and record the coldest and darkest period in Italy, but still a little bit of sparks. If the bike thief is only the beginning of pure "reality", then Umberto D has gone through changes and completely parted ways with the drama tradition. Irrelevant illnesses, the embarrassment of the cold world, and meticulous life records should be reissued with Frank's Golden Collar...
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Ernestine 2022-03-20 09:02:23
It's so touching! A must-see for dog lovers. The somewhat stubborn old man is actually not a pity-seeking character. Working for a government agency for most of his life, but unable to get due subsidies, he was driven out of the house by the landlord and had to live with the puppy. Although the puppy can’t speak, it’s the silent passages that move me the most. If there is only one soul in the world snuggling with you, I can’t let it go until I...
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Liana 2022-03-19 09:01:07
I feel that the dog is methodical and incompatible with other...
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Esmeralda 2022-03-19 09:01:07
Like "The Bike Stealer", the cruel social reality, the loss of human rights and dignity, and the society is full of indifference. Although there is always a faint light of human nature swaying, you don't know when it will suddenly go out. The long shot silently watched the old man struggling on the bottom line of survival, but the director reluctantly told the audience that I can't help him, this society is like...
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Brandy 2022-03-19 09:01:07
@2021.11.7 The Italian Masters Exhibition expands daily narrative to the level of film and television-or, at a fuzzy boundary, daily and fiction can be delicately mixed through the medium of imagery. The limit of the new reality masterpiece lies in the transcribing or re-engraving of the human reality in Italy at that time. Desica's ingenuity is unique: the image is not only a seventh art method, but also a synchronic and permanent inscription. The owner intends to abandon the dog for the...
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Maxie 2022-03-19 09:01:07
4.6 What kind of energy is this? Tears filled my eyes for an instant. It turned out to be the highlight of Italian neo-realism, and Desica was too...
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Lila 2022-03-19 09:01:07
Sincerely, this is the constant request of De Sika. The reason why he can make neorealism less dull lies in this. Those tireless and meticulous records of life seem to be a simple and unpretentious song, very humane, and their pain is like close to your eyes, just like your father and...
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Monique 2022-03-18 09:01:05
#2021上艺联影展# With tears streaming down my face, tears streaming down my face, weeping out of the theater, and watching it in the real world of the post-epidemic era at this moment, only giving birth to infinite sadness, as if I have seen it decades later Many people, including...
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Felipe 2022-03-18 09:01:05
Desica’s films have more than realism. The images often return to opera-like lyrical or jokes (such as haha and reaching out). It is particularly typical in two extraordinary early morning episodes, where the maid gets up and starts to work. With tears on her face, this belongs to the aria of the young soprano, but then she hooks the door with her legs, as if to earn her own space, this is the solid physics of the movie, in the almost flood of string music, the characters do There is no...
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Dee 2022-03-17 09:01:06
@2021 Italian film master exhibition. Similar to the bike thief in that the characters don’t have pity, they can’t reach out their hands, they’re stepped on by reality and still shine with self-esteem; the difference is in the reality that the maid brings in, not so focused, but so three-dimensional, everywhere Ant, watching the cat walking by the canopy, weeping unconsciously, stretched out her feet to close the door, holding a lit newspaper in one hand and a stack of liras in the other. Will...
Umberto D. Comments
Extended Reading
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Maria, la servetta: What's the matter, Mr. Umberto?
Umberto Domenico Ferrari: I'm tired.
Maria, la servetta: Of her?
Umberto Domenico Ferrari: it's a little of everything.
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Umberto Domenico Ferrari: I have no one, no son or brother, to help me out. I'm just a good-for-nothing old man.