A prostitute always lives as a prostitute. A poor artist will not bow her head in difficulty, at least she can be proud of her performance; she will not bow her head in prison, at least knowing that one day can go out; in the humiliated one. It's not time to bow your head, at least you know that the world is big, Berlin can't stay, there are Florida and America.
Unexpectedly, every place in the world is a whip, a prison that cannot allow people to live freely-you tried so hard, houses, TVs, cars...how these glamorous appearances belonged to you, and in the end they were not in the beautiful auction. All will be collected by the bank during the meeting. That weird machine from Schopenhauer's four-rooted paper on the law of sufficient reason—ah, I've read it, there is no machine at all—but no matter where it comes from, the life energy is real. Dead things have no energy, and our lives are all dead things: But Bruno’s energy is very strong, stronger than Eva, so Eva is not as Sauer as she described him, she actually worked with a few drivers Eloped to Canada. Prostitutes have always been prostitutes—the travel expenses to the United States come from the man’s bed; the money to pay for the loan comes from the man’s bed. Such an easy job makes Ewa unable to realize the despair of life: when she is desperate, she opens her legs. But Bruno couldn't. This crazy artist, he doesn't know any English, lives stubbornly in his own world, and can only judge what's happening around him based on his images. The American Dream is a complete cage, just like the confiscated learner who has changed himself: Eva has changed so he has integrated. The two old brothers, who only speak German and don't know what to do, took their guns to rob the bank. They were all about defending justice without any hesitation. The result is panic: a prelude to death, farewell to life. The last three dollars were handed out, and a dying confession dedicated to a stranger-it was nothing, as the temporary priest said. Indeed, the despair and numbness of life is the only truth. If you don't realize this, it is better to leave the world, because there is no longer a way to go: Why did the artist commit suicide? Because he has no more caring about the world.
Finally, let the animals present an ensemble for themselves. Turn on the colored lights and pull down the start valve of the cable car. Just a few times back and forth like this, the car's engine was burning, and a gunshot sounded, and the artist's lonely life ended in a foreign country.
This is not your world.
I want to love you, my friends. Look, there is music and dance in this world, ducks playing drums, hens playing and singing, and rabbits sounding the whistle, how beautiful it is!
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The above lyrical part ends. Technically speaking: it is like "A Boat on the Land" or "Paris Texas", the editing is impeccable; the soundtrack is warm and hopeful to match the picture is quite contagious, but it is very sad when it shows the absurdity, especially the animals During the performance, the inhuman atmosphere was rendered into a state of what could be described as "extremely abstract", and the end of the tragedy of the little man was extremely powerful. As for the actors, the nervousness of the little old man and Bruno’s mental depression are about their true colors. The former pretends to be crazy and the latter is a true lunatic: everything is fine, but the worst is the only long confession "Germany suffers." It’s the real pain, and here it’s the spiritual"-this paragraph is the only flaw in the film. Perhaps Herzog intends to improve, but I saw a decline: it is too abrupt here, which is not helpful for understanding the image, but rather dogmatic. But it can't be omitted, because this is another foreshadowing that Ewa has left.
The scene in which Shi Chuxi performs an entertainer's opera in the backyard is a classic scene of separation: Although the structure is not as good as the "Three Cents Opera", it is extremely pure and neat. For film-goers who love German films, this section is definitely not to be missed.
I'm not such a lunatic, and non-Shi Chuxis will not die easily. Life is indeed more lively than him, but life itself is not as pure as him.
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