man like barking dog

Dillon 2022-04-20 09:01:38

Dog Town, as its name implies, is a land of dogs. The metaphor is that human nature is like a beast, a half-covered residence, separated by a wall of people who deceive themselves, and the ugliness that they think can be covered up.
So-called writers who do nothing, mentally unhealthy children, dark and lustful farmers, blind people who talk nonsense, poor and backward towns, flowers of evil that are on the verge of blooming, only barking dogs, only flowers with signs, beautiful All material was hidden by the director, and only ugly people walked dead in this huge scene.
The arrival of Grace made this kind of insipid mania, resist, tempt, love, ravage, until all the truth came out. It turned out that this nightmare was Grace's process of visiting people's hearts. Her wishful innocence died in repeated humiliation. She lies behind the apple, transparent and pure. This is the most beautiful and only shot in the whole article, and at the same time heralds her final compromise to beauty. So far, there is only despair and death. Beloved, this fairy tale is over. The only thing that works is for them to reflect in the ashes.
Human nature can't stand the test and betrayed in time in the face of interests. If Grasse is not such an identity, then what is the ending? This is an anti-human film, the director has a Hitler-like knot with Jews, human nature is inherently evil? Ben Shan?
Thinking of "Dancer in the Darkness", the same guide, once made me cry, just because a little light in the dark, finally extinguished, bejork sang before the execution, no fear, beautiful still, Nick The beauty of the face is always dark. I feel like the writer in the play, under the guise of love and compassion, betrayed love and pretended to be compassionate.

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  • Narrator: How could she ever hate them for what was at bottom merely their weakness? She would probably have done things like those that had befallen her if she had lived in one of these houses. To measure them by her own yardstick, as her father put it. Would she not, in all honesty, have done the same as Chuck and Vera and Ben and Mrs Henson and Tom and all these people in their houses? Grace paused and as she did, the clouds scattered and let the moonlight through, and Dogville underwent another of those little changes of light. It was as if the light previously so merciful and faint finally refused to cover up for the town any longer. Suddenly, you could no longer imagine a berry that would appear one day on a gooseberry bush, but only see the thorn that was there right now. The light now penetrated every unevenness and flaw in the buildings and in the people. And all of a sudden, she knew the answer to her question all too well. If she had acted like them, she could not have defended a single one of her actions and could not have condemned them harshly enough. It was as if her sorrow and pain finally assumed their rightful place. No. What they had done was not good enough. And if one had the power to put it to rights, it was one's duty to do so - for the sake of other towns, for the sake of humanity and not least, for the sake of the human being that was Grace herself.

  • Narrator: [as McKay explores even further with his hand] It was not Grace's pride that kept her going during the days when fall came and the trees were losing their leaves, but more of a trance like state that descends on animals whose lives are threatened - a state in which the body reacts mechanically in a low tough gear, without too much painful reflection. Like a patient passively letting his disease hold sway.