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patterned life
Isac 2022-04-19 09:03:14
Black and white, silence, long shots, and the whining of the violin slowly increase, what kind of boring and dull atmosphere is there? This is actually what the director wanted to express. Maybe life has always been infinite repetition. When I was in junior high school, there was a stall selling Liangpi, and I thought, what is the meaning of their life? The repetition of setting up stalls and closing stalls every day, sleeping? So what's the point of the money they make? When I came home this year, I paid special attention and found that they had not changed anything except renting a house. Perhaps the hardships of life have numbed their pursuit of the essence of life, just like the hurricane that keeps blowing in the wilderness, the house is boring, but it is still a warm harbor. The only moving and changing things in the house might be the fire, the worms, the view through the window. Six days of hurricanes, enough to destroy everything, this is a reality and cannot be changed. Nor did they have the courage to look for a new home in a hurricane. So just wait to die. In fact, they are already insensitive, they just live to live, like walking dead, repeating day by day, which reminds me of Xu Zhimo's words to Zhang Youyi: Aren't you bored? Don't you feel suffocated by being arranged by others in your life every day? The boiled potatoes that are repeated every day in the film are not all eaten. I think they also know that they are unpalatable. Can't they bake potatoes in a different way? The well is out of water, can't you try to dig it? Since someone comes to his house to buy wine, can't he go to another house to borrow water? I think this film is an indictment of a state of numbness, a state of inaction. Maybe the girl's mother passed away, but the father didn't look for his wife again, and the daughter didn't even think about getting married, just like this, day after day, day after day, in the end, the cliff was destroyed. Because they live without a soul at all. Not as good as a horse, because the horse also knows the hurricane is coming. Shouldn't be driving. Don't eat when you don't want to.
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Richie 2022-04-01 09:01:19
The film uses black and white images to record, bringing the audience endless philosophical thinking
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Ulices 2022-03-29 09:01:10
Genesis retrograde. People walk in the day like darkness. Peeling a potato (really needs no more) speaks for life. At the end of the movie, the audience was seen picking up their smartphones and swiping on Facebook. Your movie screen is out of light, it's really no big deal. God is dead. Nietzsche is dead. I hope this old Turin horse can also be tagged by you.
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Narrator: In Turin on the 3rd of January 1889, Friedrich Nietzsche steps out of the doorway of number six, Via Carlo Albert, perhaps to take a stroll, perhaps to go by the post office to collect his mail. Not far from him, the driver of a hansome cab is having trouble with a stubborn horse. Despite all his urging, the horse refuses to move, whereupon the driver - Giuseppe? Carlo? Ettore? - loses his patience and takes his whip to it. Nietzsche comes up to the throng and puts an end to the brutal scene caused by the driver, by this time foaming at the mouth with rage. For the solidly built and full-moustached gentleman suddenly jumps up to the cab and throws his arms around the horse's neck, sobbing. His landlord takes him home, he lies motionless and silent for two days on a divan until he mutters the obligatory last words "Mutter, ich bin dumm!" and lives for another ten years, silent and demented, under the care of his mother and sisters. We do not know what happened to the horse.
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Bernhard: Everything's in ruins, everything's been degraded, but I could say that they've ruined and degraded everything, because this is not some kind of cataclysm coming about with so-called "innocent" human aid, on the contrary, it's about man's own judgment over his own self, which of course God has a big hand in, or, dare I say, takes part in, and whatever he takes part in is the most ghastly creation that you can imagine, because, you see, the world has been debased, so it doesn't matter what I say because everything has been debased that they've acquired and since they've acquired everything in a sneaky, underhanded fight, they've debased everything, because whatever they touch, and they touch everything, they've debased; this is the way it was until the final victory, until the triumphant end; acquire, debase, debase, acquire; or I can put it differently if you'd like, to touch, debase and thereby acquire, or touch, acquire and thereby debase; it's been going on like this for centuries, on, on and on; this and only this, sometimes on the sly, sometimes rudely, sometimes gently, sometimes brutally, but it has been going on and on; yet only in one way; like a rat attacks from ambush; because for this perfect victory it was also essential that the other side, that is, everything's that's excellent, great in some way and noble, should not engage in any kind of fight, there shouldn't be any kind of struggle, just the sudden disappearance of one side meaning the disappearing of the excellent, the great, the noble, so that by now the winners who have won by attacking from ambush rule the earth and there isn't a single tiny nook where one can hide something from them because everything they can lay their hands on is theirs, even things that they can't reach but they do reach are also theirs; the heavens are already theirs and theirs are all our dreams; theirs is the moment, nature, infinite silence; even immortality is theirs, you understand?; everything, everything is lost forever, and those many nobles, great and excellent just stood there, if I can put it that way; they stopped at this point and had to understand and had to accept that there is neither God nor gods, and the excellent, the great and the noble had to understand and accept this right from the beginning, but, of course, they were quite incapable of understanding it, they believed it and accepted it but they didn't understand it; they just stood there, bewildered but not resigned until something, that flash on the mind, finally enlightened them, and all at once they realized that there is neither God nor gods; all at once they saw that there is neither good nor bad; then they saw and understood that if this was so then they themselves did not exist either; you see, I reckon this may have been the moment when we can say that they were extinguished, they burnt out; extinguished and burnt out like the fire left to smolder in the meadow; one was the constant loser, the other was the constant victor; defeat, victory, defeat, victory; and one day, here in the neighborhood I had to realize and I did realize that I was mistaken, I was truly mistaken when I thought that there had never been and could never be any kind of change here on earth; because, believe me, I know now that this change has indeed taken place.