About the final background music and the meaning of the movie

Laverne 2022-03-17 09:01:04

About Music:
This song is so full of pain and hope. It's heartbreaking but so inspiring. This movie has taught me such a valuable life lesson. Never give up without a fight. And when you're about to lose? everything, fight, knowing that you gave it all you've got. so you will die in peace
that music is so full of pain and hope. The music is sad but also very motivating. Never give up without fighting, know that it takes all you can to face death and die in peace.

About the movie:
It doesn't matter whether he survived or not. What matters is that he chose to fight to live, rather than giving up on life like he did at the beginning of the movie. It doesn't matter whether he
defeated the wolf in the end , but he chose to fight instead of committing suicide like he did at the beginning of the movie.

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Extended Reading
  • Rebeca 2022-03-19 09:01:04

    Fuck! Scared the Shit out of me. Met a wolf => a dead person => blood all over the place => a heart-to-heart => a dead person => blood all over the place is terrible => heart-to-heart.. is Nima interesting?

  • Kaya 2022-03-20 09:01:30

    Focusing on depicting harsh nature and discussing people's will to survive, on the one hand, it also reminds the importance of some basic skills of wilderness survival. However, depicting wolves as bloodthirsty monsters that actively attack humans is inconsistent with its true nature. In fact, it can only appear in rare cases of winter food shortages.

The Grey quotes

  • Hendrick: Is that it? You're just gonna sit there? Is that what you want?

    Diaz: Yeah.

    Hendrick: After what we survived?

    Diaz: That's exactly why. What I got waiting for me back there? I'm gonna sit on a drill all day. Get drunk all night. That's my life. Turn around and look at that.

    [mountains]

    Diaz: I feel like that's all for me. How do I beat that. When will it ever be better? I can't explain it.

  • Ottway: My dad was not without love... but a cliched Irish motherfucker when he wanted to be. Drinker, brawler, all that stuff. Never shed a tear. Saw weakness everywhere. But he had this thing for poems... poetry. Reading them, quoting them. Probably thought it rounded him off, you know. His way of apologizing, I guess. And there was one that hung over the desk in his den. It was only when I was a lot older, I realized he had written it. It was untitled, four lines. I read it at his funeral. "Once more into the fray. Into the last good fight I'll ever know. Live and die on this day. Live and die on this day."