A serious fairy tale

Armando 2022-01-25 08:03:32

I used to have high expectations, but I was quite disappointed after reading it. "Eavesdropping Storm" is such a movie.

If you want to reflect on the war, you must show the bloodiest and most ruthless side of it. If the butterfly at the end of "No War on the Western Front" attracts the soldiers in the trenches on both sides, the two sides meet face-to-face in the middle of the battlefield, and then throw away all their rifles and hug them together... Then "No War on the Western Front" is at best. It can only be included in the category of adult fairy tales like "Eavesdropping Storm" and cannot be among the classics.

Mr. HGW XX/7 already knew how to draw a cross under the student's name when he was teaching in school, so why wouldn't the national security department conduct the same and stricter downward screening when selecting pawns. A cruel and cruel position only requires the same cruel and cruel minions, and it will certainly only make him more cruel and cruel. After cutting off the first head, the executioner can only become more and more comfortable and familiar. The survival of the fittest, the more suitable the survival. Obviously, HGW XX/7 has already become a senior in the industry.

Those dissident intellectuals are themselves an absurd drama. Isn’t the reason why totalitarianism is consolidated depends on the ignorance and duplicity remaining after the brave and sober people who dared to say “no” publicly are eliminated? There was a time when it was not easy for intellectuals to remain silent besides agreeing and agreeing. Where can they find a way out of saying "no"?

As for the plot of the secret police who left in disgrace because they could not find a typewriter, it was even more incredible. Only judges and juries need evidence. Why do spies in totalitarian countries need evidence? Can you use it as a toothpick to pick your teeth? Under true totalitarianism, there are always only criminals and no suspects. Can't find a typewriter? Very good, dragged into the interrogation room, without even torture, just stay without sleep for a few days-just like the poor man at the beginning of HGW XX/7-a man who was pampered like a male protagonist, and was still swinging around not long ago. What other options does the weak scholar have besides explaining?

Since we want to show the human struggle under the iron curtain of totalitarianism, why use totalitarianism that is far from reaching its peak or has begun to loosen up as the background? Therefore, movies like "Eavesdropping Storm" can earn high scores in Hollywood, but in certain countries, it is inevitable that they will be dressed in fairy tales against their original intentions. In those places, there are more thrilling stories, but for some reason, even one such movie has never been made.

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Extended Reading
  • Clinton 2021-10-20 19:01:15

    The blood lesson of the National Security Bureau: Don’t ask literary and artistic youths to be secret police~

  • Lacy 2021-10-20 19:01:15

    Two lines, two men, two stories, two stories of salvaging each other. If you lose one, each other's lives will sink to the bottom of the sea. When the playwright was on the street and saw an agent walking on the sidewalk, he could have stepped forward and called him. But finally it didn't. As Hardy said, the caller and the caller rarely agree to each other. They finally chose to record each other silently.

The Lives of Others quotes

  • Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: Madam?

    Christa-Maria Sieland: Go away. I want to be alone.

    Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: Madam Sieland?

    Christa-Maria Sieland: Do we know each other?

    Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: You don't know me, but I know you. Many people love you for who you are.

    Christa-Maria Sieland: Actors are never "who they are."

    Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: You are. I've seen you on stage. You were more who you are than you are now.

    Christa-Maria Sieland: So you know what I'm like.

    Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: I'm your audience.

    Christa-Maria Sieland: I have to go.

    Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: Where to?

    Christa-Maria Sieland: I'm meeting an old classmate. I...

    Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: You see? Just now, you weren't being yourself.

    Christa-Maria Sieland: No?

    Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: No.

    Christa-Maria Sieland: So you know her well, this Christa-Maria Sieland. What do you think - would she hurt someone who loves her above all else? Would she sell herself for art?

    Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: For art? You already have art. That'd be a bad deal. You are a great artist. Don't you know that?

    Christa-Maria Sieland: And you are a good man.

  • [Wiesler enters the elevator at his apartment building. A young boy with a ball joins him]

    Junge mit Ball: Are you really with the Stasi?

    Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: Do you even know what the Stasi is?

    Junge mit Ball: Yes. They're bad men who put people in prison, says my dad.

    Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: I see. What is the name of your...

    [pauses]

    Junge mit Ball: My what?

    Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: [thinks for a few more seconds] Ball. What's the name of your ball?

    Junge mit Ball: You're funny. Balls don't have names.