In the past two days, I watched several submarine films, hunting U571, attacking from the bottom of the sea, and reviewing the Greyhound again.
I can really understand why everyone says that attacking from the bottom of the sea is the best submarine movie.
The last ten minutes of the whole film are really the finishing touch. Originally, when I looked at the progress bar, I thought it was only ten minutes, and it was estimated that it would be over. Unexpectedly, the meaning accumulated by this difficult and dangerous trip collapsed in the last five minutes and disappeared: the ship returned to the port and was blown up and sank in front of the house. The captain did not die underwater, but on the shore.
The captain is the only person on the ship who has expressed political opinions and expressed his views on war and Nazism at the level of "concept" and "thinking". He represents the only "thinking" on the ship, that part of which is controlled by the ego, not the id. The rest of the crew, the sailor in the green scarf chanting about his belly girlfriend, the chief engineer worrying about his sick wife, the little soldiers drinking, dancing and rubbing their hair thinking about the girls on the shore—in the pan-trauma situation of war, They embody a way of life that is very different from the people of peacetime/modern Kochi society, that is, they are not thinking, meaning is not the standard that guides their lives, they are living according to the naked self: sex, aggression Desire, desire for life, release anxiety, fear...
Therefore, I think in the end, when everyone else was running for their lives without heads and flies, the screenwriter arranged for the captain to watch the submarine sinking with no light in his eyes. I think it is extremely special: he symbolizes the thinking of war at the level of meaning. , and the last blow made all the meaning of the effort vanished to the point of being ridiculous: not only the victory or defeat of the country, but also human life will become cannon fodder. After we walked through the gates of hell and fell from the depths of 280 meters, we were full of loyalty, tears, and ecstasy. It was just a heroic narrative that we gave ourselves. When the story ends, and how it ends, really has nothing to do with you. And the spiritual call to sacrifice for the country, why did the superiors order them to cross Gibraltar? Without an explanation, the minions don't even know. Why didn't the superiors let the chief engineer and reporters disembark? There is no explanation either. When the ship is blown up and sunk, only fire and oil can be seen. Who died, whether he has a lover and children, whether he sees the flowers and plants in the spring, and whether he will smile poetically, is not important at all, and it must not be important. This is how people are alienated by war.
What's more, think about being in the dark underwater, listening to the depth bombs explode one by one from a distance, sweat dripping on everyone's wet faces illuminated by red light and trembling, there is nothing to do but pray... life is really It's so vain. No wonder existentialism emerged after World War I and World War II.
The translation of "attack from the bottom of the sea" is really interesting, and the irony is tragic: they cut the waves from the bottom of the sea and sprinted upward, trying to escape, and facing the biggest enemy is not the allies, certain ideas, certain political ideas, But water pressure, oxygen deprivation, machinery on the verge of collapse: the difficulty of surviving itself. That's why I think this film transcends the war stance and resonates so much: what it essentially asks us to think about is how to face the hardships of survival in the absence of meaning.
Finally, watching the submarine slowly emerge from the water, the captain stood on the tower and shouted excitedly to the white waves: NOT YET! NOT YET!!! The music sounded "Rückzug" ("retreat"), I was really at that moment Was moved to tears. It is obviously a U-boat that is as frightening as the German devil, but they have just gone through hardships and dangers, and they have half a breath left. They finally got their life under the feet of death, and they waved their hats on the sea as if they were facing the new sun. Just as energetic and hopeful; the trumpet and violin were cheering merrily, and the snare drum made me jump like a foal on the road. The resilience and energy of life really made me sad and shocked. Heartfelt Convince: What is bleak heroism? They were all great people—as people, not as soldiers, soldiers, party members.
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