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The dream of a lonely
Dock 2022-01-19 08:02:12
Today I watched the movie with the director of the film in the archive. Under her lens, the desolate and barren African land was full of mysterious and dangerous power and beauty. The white sandy beaches covered by salt crystals and the sea like sapphires, soldiers naked in the scorching sun swing their arms like a ritual, swim with knives on the seabed, the pictures of the staggered bodies are unforgettable. The whole movie is filled with religious music and secret emotional monologues. The last solo dance, the male protagonist's gloomy and mad look and posture, shook my heart strongly, like a ball of flame, the less it became, the more intense it was, and finally it slammed out. Claire said that everyone can understand this story as a person's dream. She loves the actor very much. She originally set him to drink a bomb and die at the end, but in the end she was reluctant to dance and let him dance to exhaustion like death.
Extended Reading
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Galoup: [subtitled version] Maybe freedom begins with remorse. Maybe freedom begins with remorse. I heard that somewhere.
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Galoup: That day, something overpowering took hold of my heart. I thought about the end. The end of me. The end of Forestier.