Listen, the smell of death in the forest wind

Rico 2022-04-20 09:01:27

Oxygen-rich, negative ions, freshness and vitality, the wind blowing in the shade of the trees instantly becomes a biochemical weapon with infinite lethality. In the face of such an invisible natural disaster, human beings seem even more insignificant, and they end their lives in various ways, even including a girl who is learning calculus.
Is it because of stress? The film borrows the words of a host to explain that the virus achieves genocide by cutting off the nerve conduction of human beings to control self-injury. But, should human beings choose suicide when they are out of control? I think that if the pressure really comes, there will be people who will go to the gallows obediently without any plant virus.
The mood in the film: Falling flowers are not ruthless things, and the wind blows grass and shows people's heads!

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Extended Reading
  • Hilton 2022-03-22 09:01:28

    Humans can live for four years if bees go extinct!

  • Orpha 2021-11-11 08:01:14

    The fast moving clouds at the beginning and end reminded me of [Elephant]. Plants can communicate with each other through the medium of wind, there are too many unseen truths

The Happening quotes

  • Alma Moore: Mrs. Jones, um, something's happened along the east coast.

    Mrs. Jones: Whatever it is that you think is so important that you need to tell me - don't. Just keep it to yourself. The world don't care about me. I don't care about it.

  • Elliot Moore: Do you remember our first date? You were so quiet.

    Alma Moore: You bought me the mood ring.

    Elliot Moore: It turned purple when you wore it.

    Alma Moore: Then you said "that means you're in love".

    Elliot Moore: Got you to talk, didn't it?

    Alma Moore: But then we checked the little paper chart and it turned out that it meant that I was horny. You loved that.

    Elliot Moore: I had no idea.

    Alma Moore: Yours was blue. Peaceful, right?

    Elliot Moore: Right.

    Alma Moore: What color was love?

    Elliot Moore: I don't remember.

    Alma Moore: Me neither.