Movie Talk [0301] The Book Thief

Uriah 2022-04-19 09:01:46


2014-06-06A

very good movie, a good combination of unpretentious literature and art and unhypocritical war. The little girl Sophie Nélisse has mature acting skills that are not commensurate with her age. Although she is not very beautiful, she vividly interprets the unhappiness under the fence. She was originally a girl who likes quietness, and it is very natural to like the quietness of the book. Emily Watson's mother, with a knife-like mouth and a tofu heart, has endless love for little girls under her serious appearance. This aunt has brought the overall performance level of British actors to the icing on the cake.

It turned out that Nazi also did it in the past The matter of burning books and beating Confucian scholars is an obvious manifestation of totalitarianism. It is the control of culture, media, books, expressions, and speech, which is unparalleled in ancient and modern times, at home and abroad. The history experienced by a little girl, the books let her find the warmth of home, let her meet bosom friends, let her live on, it is hard to imagine how people think, care, and prolong life in a society without multiculturalism .

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  • Betsy 2021-11-27 08:01:17

    It’s a very good movie, the tone is nice and the overall tone of the movie is meaningful

  • Filiberto 2021-11-27 08:01:17

    "Lisaier" went from not knowing a word to a hunger for books, so that he "stole" reading books for a long time. While enriching his own soul, it also brought spiritual comfort to the people who were shrouded in the war.

The Book Thief quotes

  • Max Vandenburg: Where's my weather report?

    Max Vandenburg: [Liesel shows a snow ball] You're full of wonders.

  • Liesel Meminger: There once was a ghost of a boy who liked to live in the shadows, so he wouldn't frighten people. His job was to wait for his sister, who was still alive. She wasn't afraid of the dark, because she knew that's where her brother was. At night, when darkness came to her room, she would tell her brother about the day. She would remind him how the sun felt on his skin, and what the air felt like to breathe, or how snow felt on his tongue. And that reminded her that she was still alive.