- After "The Book Thief" (it's a film review, there aren't many spoilers, but I guess I know what I'm talking about after watching the film)
It should take a long time to appreciate it in detail Every detail of a long piece. Instead of dividing time into small pieces, it seems to get more out of it, but in fact it is swaying and fragile, leaving nothing behind. There is very little patience and little time now to see the finished product that the author himself has poured into it for longer. But in fact, looking at such a more serious finished product, for me, the shallowest level is at least a wake-up call.
Touching videos often have similar themes. In fact, there are not many ultimate propositions for human beings - what is the meaning of life? The story is always multi-faceted, and the narrator seems to be careless, but in fact, there are metaphors in every stroke, and the main body is scattered, not to mention this story is still from the perspective of death. Come to think of it, the film isn't anything fancy, if at all its revelations. However, maybe the film starts from the perspective of women's growth history, a little girl's eyes are full of snow and wind, so it has a different kind of tenderness. In fact, in the past and present at home and abroad, many growth novels, that is, novels involving a child's transformation process, are mostly male-oriented, such as "Great expectation", "Dream of Red Mansions", etc. I'm not trying to identify myself as a woman, I just want to be reminded of a fact. And this one, which integrates massacre, war, and human nature into such a gentle and delicate way, is no longer a huge concentration camp or the cries of fireworks. The daily life, the home, and the sunlight outside the window are all peaceful and quiet here. Microscopic, more ordinary, as if the life in front of me suddenly had twists and turns one after another. So when the younger brother is curled up in the dark, the inexplicable sense of belonging to the darkness overflows; when a Jew looks at the revolving galaxy in an empty street, there is no background of time and space, just vastness. Hug At one point, the hug we all shared.
Of course, so far, I still do not understand, the praise of death.
Is it "write" itself, or a confrontation that human nature has never been wiped out in crazy times, or just a delicate feeling, a kind of bravery to tell a story in a roar. Long-term loneliness has become a handful of crystal snow. The color of the sky, even if only described, has meaning. Is it sunny? It’s better to draw a window on the wall, Van Gogh’s background is cold, and the main scene is blazing, a little closer, a little closer, that swirling jump, maybe only in the deep world, can it resist the tyrannical beautiful.
This movie still struggles. Perhaps the heaviest pen is still in those crazy times, but since the beginning, Death has chuckled and has been with him. The first book the book thief got was "Notes for Grave Diggers". The quiet brother, there is no sound, snow, is the element that does not dodge in the first shot. The white land is so clean. It seems to be telling a long-term story: "Do you feel that life is impermanent? You feel that the journey is difficult, good things are difficult, and there are often fly in the ointment? Even so incomplete, it is still a dream, and everything is empty. Right? Life has no meaning, no, no. What you think is right. Right, it really doesn't make sense." But the train is still moving slowly, and before you know it, you are not necessarily a traveler, more like a trace of air swaying in the wind, pushing and shoving Shove, it just keeps swaying indefinitely. The accordion-playing father and the shawl-wearing mother are waiting, and you don't expect his kindness or her cold words, you know nothing in the wind and snow. It's the eternal silence of a loved one for no reason, the only hard warmth in his arms—that book that he didn't even know a word of. She didn't know that little blond boy, who thought that others needed friends and that others were afraid of being alone. Blonde, he worshipped a black distance runner in the Nazi era and asked for a kiss from an arrogant blond girl. And the Jew with the star-like eyes, who made him feel the world and understand that there are still some expectations that make life meaningful - even if it's just about a certain day in the sky, like a silver oyster. (I'm a no-spoiler party with character, ahem)
There are too many moving branches in the story, and the story itself is rare. Since there is no clue after so much talking, let's start with the title of the film, "The Book Thief", hoping that the books mentioned in the film can form a general clue. The first one is about "The Gravedigger". Similar to the must-read for entry into the workplace, I have not read it, and the book also mentioned it jokingly. Do you really think his father is joking? Details, details are the devil. The opening reading, which each of us must read, is a metaphor for a problem, "digging the grave" is our beginning and eternal topic. How to make a tomb bed and inscription on the epitaph for yourself? Death's smile is still spreading. It is human nature to live towards death. The background color is only wind and snow, the era, political situation, and characters have not yet been opened, and everything is quiet like the shadow of the pierced window sprinkled on the thin quilt. Her father told the story eloquently.
The second book, "The Invisible Man", was a book that the little girl snatched from the fire when the Nazis were burning books. The first time I heard it, I didn't feel anything, until later, the little girl started to recite "The stranger came early one winter day in February, through a biting wind and the last snowfall of the year" in hope of awakening a life. The original text may be different from the lines). At the moment, I was conquered by a sense of desolation, strangeness, and end. I searched and found that it was a science fiction story that I read in the Chinese translation when I was a child. Of course, the deepest impression that this story has left on me so far is the betrayal of friends and the group's instinctive rejection of outstanding but heterogeneous individuals (so to mention Jews is a visual sense, the story itself has rich connotations and different perceptions, I am just a family Word). The story is that through the principle of optics (for example, you can't see the glass in the water, Wen Zha can only understand this level, sorry), a scientist turned himself into invisibility. People are violent. But this way, this invisible man is a bit like Hitler. That's how great writers are. They'll never have a foothold, but they'll just keep thinking about it endlessly. Later, the author of Baiyu was even more.... Needless to say, he has the same status as Beichen in the science fiction world. This time, it is even more strange to find that this guy has compiled the "World History Outline". . . Herbert George Wells. This story is still not analyzed, because it can be interpreted on too many levels, and the film itself is more like a kaleidoscope meeting a polygonal prism (is there such a thing? It is a mockery of the scumbag), and the metaphors confirm each other. The taste of it, everyone can find it by themselves .
The third book, with only the name "The dream carrier", has not found this book for a long time, nor have I read it. For the time being, I can only use the title of the book. It seems that it is also stylizing the protagonist, the little girl. If there is no text, don't read blindly, so stop here.
Fourth, no words. Originally a brochure from the Nazi era, it was painted white page by page with a brush (this brush even saved a life), and when it was presented, there was a Jewish teaching in the ear, "Words can distinguish people from things (spiritual). And property? Anyway, it’s the binary opposition that has been arguing for thousands of years, so it’s not so specific in Chinese). You have to write it yourself.” The red swimming fish I want to talk about is also this book. It had been thrown into the icy winter river, and the blond, golden little boy waded in, and after a quiet terror, was finally rescued and held high in the sun. Get out of the shackles, paint yourself white, how long does it take to wash? Ups and downs in the cold, waiting for a little bit of heaviness to gradually penetrate into every vein of the book, how long will it be hopeless? Sunshine, sunshine. In the shabby red book, it seems that I can see myself, as if I can see thousands of people, as if I can see some struggling eras where the intersection is unknown, as if it was the origin of the universe that Heraclitus said—“One Group Fire".
Death kisses everyone, and the tone of his narration is always the calmest. In the end, he didn't show what it should be. I just said, in fact, he still appreciates it, and it still makes sense.
He seemed to be chattering, but he was actually silent.
There is no framework, no destiny, no redemption, no divine revelation. In the last set of shots, the sun is flooding, and the tone of the film is bright and joyful, and it is no longer gloomy all year round. Death didn't question himself, he just talked about his existence. In peacetime, he does not appear repeatedly. That, that's all.
Peace?
Everyone is an island, everyone is everything.
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