A good soundtrack is the soul of a movie. It leads the audience to taste its story. It is like lighting to a good wine. Too bright or too dark is not good. Only when it is appropriate can people be willing to drink drunk. The hymn "Leaning on the everlasting arms", for such a strong and rough movie, it is just right. With the beginning of the film, the golden oil lamp in the room was shaken and reflected under the porch with the wind and night snow. The quiet and slow piano made people feel that this night was Christmas Eve, not like telling a story of revenge, even if there are more. The roughness and coldness of the wild west, no matter how lurking and chaotic murderous intent, no matter how bloody, cruel, black, and oppressive....... At the end of the evening when the old man was running with the little girl in his arms, the shadows of the trees, the sky full of stars, and the illuminated house before exhaustion, this kind of human and romantic turn is not abrupt, but beautiful and natural, because the music has always been Through it, it turned into a warm and somewhat sad story.
The little girl’s calm and shrewdness, maturity is not in line with her age, her life threshold is so high at a young age, no wonder that 25 years later, she appeared in the image of a lifelong unmarried old maiden, with a blank face, so many people. disappointment. Just like the well-known child star tends to be flat or subverted after adulthood, because her life has experienced a premature climax.
I really like the beginning and the end of the movie for twenty minutes each. No matter how vague and flat the plot is used in the middle, its slightly gray coarse particles can't cover the delicate and pleasing at both ends, because of all the exquisiteness and the expression of faith. , Which has been completely implicit.
Although I can't fully appreciate the nostalgic temperament of Western films and the barbaric and cold atmosphere created for heroism, the Coen brothers' understanding and expression of fate, a certain unruly and certain certainty, made me extremely moved. The old man shot and killed the tired horse that fell to the ground. If he let it wait for its death in the wasteland, he would rather give it a happy ending.-This is what I want to believe in the interpretation of the film. Knowing dignity, that's why he was rude to life, but behind him, borrowing the girl's look back at the little black horse, he cast a nostalgic glance. Because of this, the old man desperately saved the girl, and then left without saying goodbye before she woke up; because of this, the girl remained unmarried for life and did not care about the eyes of others. Because of this, the Coen brothers refused to tell a clear story, but fully explained their beliefs. We may not understand this complex, perhaps even less able to bear this simple rudeness and subsequent desolation. Only people who cherish life and beliefs, and only true brave men, can not bear most of the verbosity of hypocrisy.
In "This Killer Isn't Too Cold", Natalie Portman planted Leo's plants on the lawn of the orphanage, and the camera was lifted with a ray of sunlight. In this film, Mattie buried the old man under a tree in his hometown 25 years later, with the setting sun behind. In fact, she had buried him in the spring, buried in the eternal arm of God.
What a fellowship, what a joy divine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
What a blessedness, what a peace is mine,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
Leaning, leaning,
Safe and secure from all alarms;
Leaning, leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
Oh, how sweet to walk in this pilgrim way,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
Oh, how bright the path grows from day to day,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
Leaning, leaning,
Safe and secure from all alarms;
Leaning, leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
What have I to dread, what have I to fear,
Leaning on the everlasting arms;
I have blessed peace with my Lord so near,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
Leaning, leaning,
Safe and secure from all alarms ;
Leaning, leaning,
Leaning on the everlasting arms.
Everything in the world has a price, no matter what. There is no free lunch, except for the gift of God.
You must pay for everything in this world, one way or another. There is nothing free, except the grace of God.
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