While watching "Encounter at the End of the World", I saw the crazy penguin ("I don't want to use the word insane, I mean will they suddenly act a little crazy, like a complete Tired and so on,” the director explained), with small wings twisting and twisting around his fat body, he left the army without hesitation, and ran to the glaciers, the mountains, and the depths of the pale continent—seeing it stood for a while Run, and slide on the ice for a while, the black back is getting farther and farther, but the peaks seem to be getting closer...
or see the garland and frozen sturgeon directly below the magnetic pole.
Or the bespectacled aunt who is in the pub performing the travel bag.
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The chimpanzee can obviously ride a Tibetan antelope into the sunset, but he doesn't. Crazy penguin is like a wandering poet, facing death in spring. Why does this planet turn, why does the ghost volcano endure the undercurrent, why did the vanguard of the British Empire drag on the ice, where did the penguins go, and those who lived there? ……Woolen cloth? ...
Giving animals a human-like "warm" plot is an ancient drama, and it makes no sense to me as a Darwinian. However, am I the only moviegoer who burst into tears when watching such a cold and natural documentary because the non-living part was too cold and untouchable, and the living part was too persistent and unable to seek it?
I like Herzog's view of nature very much, and I don't even object to him taking advantage of his position as a narrator in the documentary to facilitate the entrainment of private goods. Because I thought so too.
Nature can exterminate human beings (should be called "regulated" human beings) in an instant on its timescale, but we remain lushly clinging to worldly dreams. Whether it is self-defense or self-destruction, it explodes like fireworks in the opposite direction. We're lushly obsessed with exploring uncharted territories, adventures on ice fields, sequencing new species' DNA, flying hot air balloons, listening to seals, and filming documentaries.
Without these idiots, the beauty of nature would be unproven, and the loneliness of nature would be unparalleled. After all, there is nothing to the south of Antarctica.
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