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Oncoming wind, and the exciting carbon dioxide
Davonte 2022-01-14 08:02:32
The opening scene of the film where Anders attempted to commit suicide is wonderful, and its sultry and suffocating atmosphere is very fleshy. After that, I fell into a lot of conversations that made me wonder. If I didn't understand a sentence in Norwegian, it was very difficult to subtitles. It’s just that after the exhaustion of watching movies, with those slow-moving ethereal lens movements and muddy sound design, especially the scene where four people are riding bicycles and playing with fire extinguishers—— The oncoming wind and the exciting carbon dioxide are not attracting Anders to escape from the plight of middle-aged people with nothing and go back to the past. In the end, Anders played a piano with a silent key, and took a long shot of the drug-filled player. The photography technique was superb, and the actors performed calmly. That slightly flawed piano piece seemed to be the final summary of Anders’ once noble and beautiful life, and Anders proficiently burned heroin, and finally lay on the bed with the needle still in his arm. As the summer ends, Anders hopes for extravagance. Life: family, lover, youth and happiness also end together.
Extended Reading
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Joelle 2022-03-25 09:01:18
It would be great if the dialogue was in English. The incompetence of Norwegian has affected the viewing effect to some extent. The picture presented is special and beautiful, and the protagonist is very emotional
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Virginia 2022-03-26 09:01:11
The unconventional handling of the two endings has to be liked
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Anders: Look at my life. I'm 34 years old. I've got nothing. I don't want to start from scratch.
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Anders: He taught me to bike, row, how you can exceed speed limit by 20% without getting busted. 60 at 50, 108 at 90. She spoke of adult matters in English. She taught me to always floss. To put things back where they belong. They hated reactionaries, but waited years before buying a VCR. They were both from Oslo, remembered places we passed. Slightly deaf, he insisted on hearing the absurd: What do you think is best? Got waffles on your chest? They thought intellectual achievement was superior to sports success. They were sympathetic to celebrities who protected their privacy. They made me a critical reader, comtemptuous of the less eloquent. But anyone i brought home got a warm welcome. They never missed the evening news. He took a test, then proudly told us he had an artistic personality. He said people who valued military experience were dull. She held a tolerant view on drugs. He wanted to ban barbecuing in parks. Democracy was just the best alternative. She thought Bardot should help people, not animals. They respected my privacy. Maybe too much. They taught me religion is a weakness. I don't know if i agree. They never taught me to cook or to build a relationship, but they seemed happy. They never told me how friendship dissolves. Until you're strangers, friends in name only. They let me be picky about food. She said I could do as I wished. Decide what to be, who to love, where to live. They would always help me. They were stricter with my sister than me.