The core of the movie deserves five stars, but the format is so yellow (probably my problem) that I had to watch the full movie four times due to psychological discomfort. The film opens with the sound of the drums, the young grandmother sitting on the field eating potatoes and saving her grandfather's life with her four-layer skirt. Writing here, I suddenly found that the director used smoke and dust to divide the whole story. From the beginning of the story, the embers left by the grandmother roasting potatoes with straw, to the billowing smoke from the central chimney of Danzig, switching to the toy store where the Jewish Max was burned by the Nazis, and then the Poles Jan in the post office battle cup The house blown by the musket, followed by Oscar eating a mouthful of dust by the sea when the Nazis are about to be defeated, and finally the movie with the steam from the receding train and the ashes of grandmother roasting potatoes.
I'm not sure if this is some kind of metaphor or a coincidence, but everything that happened in Danzig felt like a puff of smoke. confusion, trance, restlessness, falsehood, suffocation
If we choose not to grow up, then time will run over us. Oscar resists the consequences of becoming an adult, is to lose all shelter bit by bit, he is unable to support his mother against moral self-loathing; he loses Max and his biological father Jan for his drum; he gives his father the badge to let him Killed by the Red Army; finally, the first love became the stepmother, the son became the younger brother, and was taken away from Danzig by the stepmother, leaving the old grandmother. Children's wishes are not respected as adults. When he chooses to rebel against an adult world full of lies, sexuality and chaos, he loses his ability to protect those he loves. This may be the opportunity cost, but the opportunity cost is always difficult to foresee.
This story is really very taboo, and I'm very worried about the mental health of this little actor. But it is these absurd and disgusting plots that reflect the dirty adult world of the second station period. Oscar is nominally the son of a German, but is actually of Polish blood, an obvious innuendo to the city of Danzig, which I take as the original author's political stance. I read a lot of film reviews, and many people sharply identified each character, such as a cowardly but erotic uncle, a confused and struggling mother, a rude and powerful father, which makes a lot of sense, but even the image in the story, Human nature is also complex. Jan was a coward who dared not go to war, but even though he was afraid of death, he insisted on going to work in the Polish post office, saying, I am a Polish. The rude German man, who showed amazing tolerance for his cheating pregnant wife, said, "Agnes, what's wrong with you, why don't you want this child, whoever it is." He said to the young maid, the love I want is not this obscene thing. The coward has fortitude, and the rapist has romance (Beethoven, lover).
However, no one knows where they belong and how they should live their lives.
The author of "The Crowd" scornfully criticized the phenomenon of collective homogenization. To put it bluntly, he looked down on the herd mentality. Likewise, Oscar is an incarnation of rebellion, constantly challenging closure, power, taboo, and divine right, but his heart is lonely and completely the same as his fathers. Therefore, even rebels cannot escape the category of human beings. It is human nature to pursue spiritual belonging. Everyone is confused as to which camp to choose and how to live happily. But moral standards and cognitive facts are reversed too quickly. Overnight, war can bring about complete subversion. In a way, people don't have to choose to be a conservative or a Nazi or the Red Army, because they are both inherently the same evil. Murdering Jews, raping women, and slaughtering aliens are not unique to every faction. The residents of Danzig just want a nationality and a solid belief that they can devote themselves to, rather than constantly changing their identities.
Hannah Arendt has said that the disillusionment of postwar Germans caused by the too rapid a subversion of moral standards. Why not here?
Everyone here is the same, all struggling. Both are like the mother who goes back and forth between two men, swings between Poland and Germany, and then dies of mental oppression and gluttony after the meeting.
We are neither pure Poles nor Germans, grandmother said.
So who are we?
Probably just a pinch of ashes under the thick smoke of an era.
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