wee hours of the morning, the scene that haunts the brain for days is reproduced in the movie. One response and one harmony are like a nightmare come true.
The tumbling sea on the surface, sinking into the bottom is another scene entirely.
Lisa Gerrard's music always appears with whales. Their sounds, the sound of sea water, and the occasional sound of large and small bubbles floating up at the same time mixed at the same time, making people cry. This scene, like the most distant holy voice, seems to be in my heart all the time.
Just wait to reproduce.
The sea water penetrated by the light, the light source filtered by the sea water. Mottled light patterns on the black skin of cetaceans, and bumps formed by sea creatures on the black skin of cetaceans. Here, change and silence go hand in hand. The dark green seaweed flies like a butterfly, and the carved whale teeth that symbolize the identity of the chief faintly appear when falling in the algae.
When the high tide comes, the thin girl kisses the giant whale, then rides on its back, guiding the whale group out of the shallow water and back to the ocean. The silhouettes of man and whale undulated together in the waves. The girl looked back at the terrified and worried elders of the tribe on the remote shore. She turned her face up to look at the sky light scattered among the cirrus clouds, softly and clearly: "I'm not afraid of death..." The whale underneath understood it and plunged its head deep. Place. The sound of the waves disappeared, and the sound of the sea breeze disappeared. The eardrums were blocked with water. After the short curly black hair was combed by the water, her cheeks were bulging, and the girl bent her legs against the back of the big whale. The body was wrapped in a thin gray sweater.
"I was born in a family of chiefs, and the time our ancestors came to this land can be traced back a long time ago..."
"...They heard the cry of the earth"
"Whale Rider". New Zealand.
Whale rider. new Zealand.
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