A warning educational film wrapped in a literary skin

Antonio 2022-03-19 09:01:04

This film warns us: the little fools who want to live don't mix with the old fools who want to die! Is your brain full of shit? It turned out that the little fools were all dead and the old fool was still alive.

The ready-made aircraft cabin is placed there, and the shelter does not need to be built by yourself. There are so many materials and so many people that can be collected around the wreckage of the aircraft. Make a weapon, light a fire, burn some water, wait for the wild wolf to come to your door, you have everything to eat and drink, and if you look for it, there may be medicine. Do you think you have enough to live? Don't go to the woods. It's really stupid that the pilot forced landing to create such good conditions.

We are human beings, we don’t need tools and IQs, and we have to go to the woods to fight wolves head-to-head. What other explanation can we have except that the old fool wants to die. Are you still discussing life artistically? Changing the title to "Several Ways to Die Silly" might even get half a point.

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  • Kraig 2022-03-22 09:01:31

    Looks cool in summer

  • Brionna 2022-03-21 09:01:36

    In fact, it is a literary film with the illusion of action, thriller, and adventure~ and it has to stick to the last second of the end of the subtitle~

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."