Not enough words

Laurianne 2022-04-23 07:01:42

When it comes to metaphysical movies, I still don't rate it. Three people: the stalker, the writer, and the professor of physics obviously appear as symbols of the three fields of religion, art and science, but they also exist as their own institutions and individuals, so they will also have their own pain and suffering. torment. In terms of vision and design, subtraction is used completely (the extreme person is like a man from a comet), the sci-fi part is removed, and the room is not even depicted, but full of dilapidated, decadent, and damp objects, focusing on the exploration journey of the three . The climax of the film review is undoubtedly full of metaphors. The professor wants to destroy the so-called "room" (out of revenge), but is stopped by the believers. ) spoofed and arbitrarily adjudicated, but the stalker thought otherwise, and among the last three, only these two embraced each other and cried. And in the end, the daughter did show the so-called "miracle", which was even more puzzling: they said that what they were pursuing was just right by their side. The deepest impression is the irony of the writer wearing the crown of thorns, the structure and the retrograde cable car disappearing in the fog, the road ahead is unknown, and there is no loop.

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  • Stalker's Wife: You know, Mama was very opposed to it. You've probably already guessed, that he's one of God's fools. Everyone around here used to laugh at him. He was such a wretched muddler. Mama used to say: "he's a stalker, a marked man, an eternal jailbird. Remember the kind of children stalkers have." I didn't even argue. I knew all about it, that he was a marked man, a jailbird. I knew about the kids. Only what could I do? I was sure I'd be happy with him. I knew there'd be a lot of sorrow, but I'd rather know bitter-sweet happiness, than a grey, uneventful life. Perhaps I invented all this later. But when he come up to me and said: "Come with me", I went. And I've never regretted it. Never. There was a lot of grief, and fear, and pain, but I've never regretted it, nor envied anyone. It's just fate. It's life, it's us. And if there were no sorrow in our lives, it wouldn't be better, it would be worse. Because then there'd be no happiness, either. And there'd be no hope.

  • Stalker: In the Zone, the longer way, the less risk.