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Gudrun 2022-04-20 09:02:25
gaze
Resurrection of long and still souls in flowing time
Travel is a lonely dwelling lair
Shipwrecks and nostalgia can't keep your
sad face
Your eyes are like a diffuse fog
, migrating slowly, soaking clothes
The wilderness of Arakawa and the reciprocating snow
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Abigail 2022-04-19 09:02:45
Ulysses' Life Gaze
About 20 years ago, I rented a VCD of this film from a disc store in a late spring, and watched it all night. It was like a trip that started slowly in the Styx River, which changed my understanding of the film... An Zhe When Luo was alive, he always felt that there was a father-like elder on the...
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Paris 2022-04-22 07:01:49
I don’t understand politics, so I had to look at the pictures, and I wasn’t surprised, just those scenes. . . .
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Haylie 2022-04-20 09:02:25
8.5 This film can also be regarded as a strong style of An Zhe. There are many scenes similar to previous works, and sorrow and despair are shrouded in the film. "Did you know that the Greeks are a dying nation." The head of Lenin's statue moved slowly in the air, the cracked Lenin statue was lying on it, and the broken arm pointed to the front, but he didn't know what was in front of him. The protagonist travels throughout the Balkans, but is devastated, and the traces of war are all over the peninsula. This time, An Zhe combined several timelines to narrate. The past and the present are integrated into one, and history seems to be staged again. The dense fog that spreads ruined the old man's family and made the protagonist completely collapse. An Zhe's long stream of consciousness runs through the entire timeline, and the reality and the past timeline are seamlessly interspersed, and the entire story can be displayed smoothly. The experience of the dance is very shocking in one mirror, no less than the final massacre in the fog, the people suffered too much
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