An oblique shot of a dream of alienation and fear
Under the dim sky, dark water. In the distance, flashbangs illuminate briefly.
Ivan: Trembling lips, big round eyes, rain-soaked eyelashes and dark circles call out weakly in the light. The hot water slowly moistens and runs over the protruding ribs. The more familiar you are, the more ruthless the cold current flows in the depths of the picture.
Water dripping.
Matthew's death.
Medium shot of three people. Beautiful.
So I understood that he wanted to sacrifice.
Opening and closing doors view closed and open only the stove and chimney will never burn.
The stars hidden in the water, the fingers touch the mirror in the well.
Steadicam. Sorrow Vertigo - Love Vortex.
"welcome"
Montage of tormented, engulfed cries of death camps.
So the sun shines through the cross. But can never let the cuckoo's voice resound through the sad woods again.
Flashback - wet rain, stitched sister's face.
Ritual, the dawn here is silent
In all the films, there is no direct description of the death of being shot. Sadness of memory.
The reflection of birch trees in the water, a light curve. — Crashing dives in striking contrast.
Clear water will never make clay and footprints disappear.
Smoke billows beyond the plane buried in the ground.
Simultaneous existence, it turns out, is death. Two time and space are grafted together! There are no corpses, only the stamp of judgment and the imagination of ropes.
In a montage of death scenes, and you leave.
seaside. Gradually go deep into the boundless darkness, the ending of Tuzi. Maybe it wasn't a dream.
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