Flayed Humans _____________________________________ Review of the movie "The road"

Augustus 2022-01-25 08:08:00


Humans are the most adaptable and survivable species on the planet, whether it is plains or mountains; whether it is the icy north and south poles, or the bitter, hot and rainless deserts, human beings survive.
Human beings have rich languages, created a prosperous culture, and reproduced a prosperous civilization.
Humans fashioned a perfect and almighty God, and converted their spirits to God in order to differentiate themselves from the beasts.
Proud human beings despise other species and denounce them as beasts; they regard themselves as the master of nature and the chief of all things.
What is a human being?
The movie "The road" peeled off the skin of civilization and revealed the true colors of human beings. That face is even more hateful than a beast.
I remember a line in the movie "The Matrix III", when the Prophet expressed doubts about the promise of the Machine Matrix and said, "Can I trust you?" The Matrix replied: "Who do you think I am? Human?" do.
When civilization is built on the inexhaustible destruction and plunder of natural resources, The road is the fate of mankind. Predatory human beings, in the end, only themselves can be plundered. When killing each other just for the sake of food, the long-standing civilization, the almighty god, and the arrogant humanity all collapsed into ruins.
The road shows us the human beings after the material world is destroyed, and then the spiritual world is also destroyed. Fortunately, such destruction may not come to us for a while.
Thinking of such an era, the material world was intact, and people's spiritual world was directly destroyed.
So what exactly is a human being?
God or beast?
Humans are human beings, and as far as human beings go on the road to God, how close they are to beasts!



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The Road quotes

  • The Man: The clocks stopped at one seventeen. There was a long shear of bright light, then a series of low concussions. I think it's October but I can't be sure. I haven't kept a calender for years. Each day is more gray than the one before. It is cold and growing colder as the world slowly dies. No animals have survived, and all the crops are long gone. Someday all the trees in the world will fall. The roads are peopled by refugees towing carts, and gangs carrying weapons, looking for fuel and food.

    The Man: Within a year there were fires on the ridges and deranged chanting. There has been cannibalism. Cannibalism is the great fear. Mostly I worry about food, always food. Food and the cold and our shoes. Sometimes I tell the boy old stories of courage and justice, difficult as they are to remember. All I know is the child is my warrant, and if he is not the word of God, then God never spoke.

  • Wife: My heart was ripped out of me the night he was born.