Since then, I’ve been lost in post-war Vietnam, so don’t ask for my news anymore.

Ruthie 2022-03-22 09:01:13


Nick, Stephen and Michael are three good friends who live in small American towns. They often hunt wild deer together, and they rush to the front line of the Vietnam War together. The war completely changed them and their lives, but the hunters were hunted, and their lives turned into a cruel "Russian Roulette" game. Only Michael is a strong hero. He saved his brother's life in the war, but he cannot change the doomed bleak ending. When Michael returns to his hometown, things are wrong. Steven is disabled for life, living in a nursing home and reluctant to go home and drag his family back. Michael learned from Stephen that he often received anonymous remittances from Saigon, and Michael concluded that it must be Nick. In order to find a good brother, Michael decided to venture into Vietnam again.
And Nick is the saddest, most heartbreaking, and most beautiful and unforgettable name in this story.

Although Nick and Michael are the best brothers, they are the opposite of each other: Michael is tough, tough, and never give up; Nick is the handsome boy in the peaceful years. He was crushed by war and mentally broke. There was melancholy, fear, and confusion that Michael would never have. But it is his shattered and haggard that makes him so beautiful.

If survival is destined to be so difficult, can we not be brave?
(Young Walken has a depressive, neurotic, melancholic poetic temperament, fragile and unrestrained. He is indeed the best candidate for this role, so his performance beats the male number one Robert De Niro and won the most Oscar. A good man.)

He also walked the streets with a cigarette in his mouth . He didn't have much ambition, no scars, so he was cool, so he married a beloved girl and lived a dull life. It is not only a great life that is worthy of praise. It's just that the war makes this impossible. There is only one lonely hero left, revisiting the old place and trying to piece together the broken picture.
Is strong a kind of fragility that hides extremely deep, why does Michael force Nick to cherish his life? Because if Nick died, Michael would cry.

We have all day wandering in the mountains home
we have gone through the tiring running around street
we have a common look eventually turned into a gray sky.
Can you forgive the cruel fate?

The total duration of the movie is more than three hours. The director is willing to spend 30 minutes and use a lot of shots to portray the joyful wedding dance at the beginning, because happiness itself is too short, but the pain left by misfortune is eternal.
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young Meryl Streep. Bridesmaid at the wedding. The alcoholic father left a bruise on her face. And the pain that destiny arranged for her in the front, is it just this shallow bruise that can be compared?
The war took away her fiance, in every sense.
It is worth mentioning that Meryl Streep’s real fiancé, John Kazeler, also participated in this film. He died of bone cancer before the filming was completed. He did not see "Deer Hunter "Finally brilliant achievements, but also failed to spend the rest of his life with Meryl.

The war destroyed Nick. A young worker hung out with his brothers after get off work. He raised his wine glasses at the party and walked along with a little bossa nova.
The North Vietnamese soldiers are portrayed as brutal sadism in the film. The three brothers were captured on the battlefield, and the Vietnamese army forced them to play a game of "Russian Roulette".
How roulette itself is like a cruel metaphor.
When hunting deer, Michael pursued a one-shot kill.
Michael’s one-shot kill is a hunter’s heroism, which can minimize the suffering of the deer.
In Russian roulette, it’s also a one-shot kill, but you don’t know when the shot will come. There is limitless torture and fear, and death is dead. Surviving by chance only means facing greater fear and smaller size. Probability of survival. Until you expect the long torment to end soon, it is better to die sooner. All the hope and goodness will never come again, only the trial of one shot and one shot, and the infinite fear when the gunshots are intermittent. Meaningless damage, destroyed in order to destroy.

Steven, who is permanently disabled and who lives in a nursing home and refuses to go home, often receives anonymous remittances from Saigon. Michael concludes that it must be Nick. He returned to Vietnam for thousands of miles to find love... (Yes, the search for love is correct.)
Michael found Nick. Nick became the legend of the roulette game. The "American in the red headscarf" played roulette, never lost, but survived.

The outline of Nick at this time was faintly discernible, but his face was pale and bloodless, as if he were dead. Only the bright red headscarf seemed to absorb all his blood and vitality. Red is the most metaphorical of all colors. I have always thought that: blood, death, war, passion, revolution, freedom, love...
Did Michael realize that he is a hero, so he is destined to be alone for a lifetime. No matter he has the patience to turn things around and survive, he can't get his brother's heart back. The mentally chaotic Nick is far away in Vietnam, but he has been sending money to Stephen because he and Stephen are weak, both mentally and physically disabled. He knows what it's like to be destroyed as a person, and he understands why Stephen Hidden in the nursing home and refused to go home, he respected Stephen's choice. As a man who wanders on the border of hell with no attachment to life, Nick gives Steven the money he makes with his life as a bet. And Michael, he only knows to persuade Stephen to go home... The

last roulette game is between Michael and Nick.
Michael desperately tried to awaken Nick's memory. He said: One-shot kill.
Nick repeated with a smile: One-shot kill.

Michael begged with tears: I have walked thousands of miles for you... You can't do this to me...
There is always you working hard in your life. Something irreparable. The things we call beauty.
Nick finally lost and died in Michael's arms.
Maybe there is no salvation, but at least he is released.
In fact, it was Michael who lost.
When I watched "Deer Hunter" for the first time, I couldn't accept Nick's decision to die. Obviously, the opportunity to return to a normal life was right in front of me, but he would rather ignore this opportunity at the cost of destruction. I don't know how to blame him. He is just a little weaker than Michael. The war planted the seeds of destruction in his body, and it happened that his heart was born with a fertile soil for destruction. Sooner or later, the seed would bloom into blood-red flowers in the most decisive manner. Encountered destruction in the war, and missed that opportunity when he should have returned to the United States, Nick has been wandering in post-war Vietnam, living a gambler's life that may be destroyed at any time. The roulette game that once scared him infinitely seemed to scare him no longer. He resisted the fear of collapse by pushing himself into a seemingly fearless lunatic. He has acquired the most miserable kind of bravery in the world-he is no longer afraid, because he is afraid of "fear".

Of course Michael is doing it for Nick's good. He is looking for love all the way, and he wants to take Nick home anyway, just like he wants to persuade Stephen to move out of the nursing home. He wanted to bring everything back to the best way it was close to the beginning. But heroes can't help lunatics.
Nick is a lunatic.
The goddess of fate is also a lunatic.
Ironically, Michael thought he could save Nick, but his arrival only accelerated Nick's death. Of course Michael is sad, but if you think about it, it might end well for Nick.
——I have walked thousands of miles for you…You can’t do this to me…
——Let me get lost in my post-war Vietnam, so you don’t need to ask for my news.

Sure enough, there are wounds in the world that can never be healed.
The land burned by the war is your "Vietnam". You paint the ground as a prison, guarding the desolate scar of Vietnam, hiding here, indulging here, looking forward to self-destruction and swearing your attitude, becoming here " Fearless", wearing a wreath on his head and barefoot running across the mainland in spring, smiling like a child and rushing to death. They said that outside the borders of Vietnam, there are flowers that cannot bloom in Vietnam, and there are kiwi birds that are not in Vietnam. You know that is true. You also know that there are no beasts of wind, rain, thunder, and lightning outside the borders that are more terrible than your own, but you are not willing to leave here. With a huge scar, sitting on the ground where there was no grass and blood and squatting on his knees, dreaming of flowers blooming all over the ground, laughing like a lunatic...
You also know that one day you left, every time people walk by here, they say what a beautiful flower...

Finally, I recommend "Deer Hunter" acoustic music Cavatina ("Cavatina" guitar fingerstyle classical Famous song). When you listen to it, you will find: It turns out to be this melody! The simple and melancholic tone of the guitar whispered, the tone of remembrance, the beautiful things are passing, the flowers are blooming quietly and withering, youth is like water, friends are separated, only the lonely guitar is playing in the wind, only to find those people 、Those things are short because they are too beautiful, and because they are short, we hope they will be eternal...
Each of us is burdened with the fate of losing everything.
It's just a matter of time.

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The Deer Hunter quotes

  • Stan: Where the hell's my boots? Anybody seen my boots? Somebody took my boots. I bought 'em special. All right. All right, you guys. Whoever took my boots, I want 'em back.

    Axel: I got a boot for you, Stan, right up your ass.

    [jokingly throws a kick near his rear to which he responds by playfully pointing his gun at him]

    Axel: Hey, Mike. Hey, Mike, let me borrow your spares, huh? Your extra pair?

    Michael: No, Stan.

    Stan: [taken aback] No? What do you mean, "No?"

    Michael: Just what I said. No. "No" means no.

    Stan: [getting upset] Some fuckin' friend. You're some fuckin' friend, you know that?

    Michael: You gotta learn, Stanley. Every time you come up here, you got your goddamn head up your ass.

    Axel: Maybe he likes the view from up there, huh?

    [the group laughs at him]

    Michael: Every time he comes up, he's got no knife, he's got no jacket, he's got no pants, he's got no boots. All he's got is that stupid gun he carries around like John Wayne. That ain't gonna help ya.

    Axel: Oh, what the hell, Mike. Give him the boots.

    Michael: No way. I ain't giving him no boots no more. No more. That's it.

    Stan: You're a fuckin' bastard, you know that? Huh?

    Michael: [holds up a live round] Stanley, see this? This is this. This ain't somethin' else. This is *this.* From now on, you're on your own.

    Stan: [appalled, angry] I fixed you up a million times!

    [to the group]

    Stan: I fixed him up a million times! I don't know how many times I must have fixed him up with girls! And nothin' ever happens! Zero! Hey, you know your trouble, Mike? Huh? Nobody ever knows what the fuck you're talking about. Huh? "This is this!" What the hell is that supposed to mean? "This is this!" I mean, is that some faggot-sounding bullshit or is that some faggot-sounding bullshit?

    Nick: Shut up, Stan, will ya?

    [Stan shoves him]

    Nick: Hey, man, you're outta line.

    Michael: Watch out with that gun, Stan.

    [more strictly]

    Michael: Watch out with the gun.

    Stan: [yelling] There's times - do you know what I think? There's times I swear I think you're a fuckin' faggot!

    John: Hey! Come on, you guys!

    [Michael smirks in amusement]

    Stan: Last week - last week, he could've had that new redheaded waitress down at the Bowladrome. He could've had it knocked and look what he did. Look what he fuckin' did. Nothin', that's what.

    John: Shut up, Stan. Huh? Would ya SHUT UP? Just shut up. Just take - take Michael's goddamn boots and SHUT UP!

    [takes the laced boots and places them on Stan's shoulder]

    John: Otherwise, I'm goin' home!

    Michael: [Stan starts to walk away with Mike's boots] Hey, Stosh.

    [Stan turns to look at him]

    Michael: I said, "No."

    Stan: What, are you gonna shoot me? Huh? Here...

    [opens a gap in his shirt to make a target for him, Mike just stands there staring at him; knowing this will go nowhere, Stan takes the boots and throws them aggressively at Mike, walking away]

    Nick: [walks over, picks up the boots, says to Mike:] What's the matter with you?

    [walks over to Stan]

    Nick: Stan.

    [gives him back the boots]

    Axel: [Mike puts the live round into his rifle, takes aim and vents his anger by firing it out into the woods, then looks at the group to see their bewildered reactions]

  • Bandleader: Angela and Steven, if you don't spill a drop, it's good luck for the rest of your life.

    [Steven and Angela drink from conjoined goblets, and a few drops spill on Angela]