To be honest, I don't think the scenery of South America in the film is so beautiful. The road ahead is just endless extension and vastness, which makes people forget the hustle and bustle of the city and the strict rules.
I love this film because behind it there is a historical figure, Chewag, a hero who is worshipped, and this film arouses my enthusiasm for exploring the history of this character. How ironic that a handsome young man could not dance, in Argentina, where there is no shortage of tango cells. He doesn't seem to be eagerly looking forward to warmth, and he casually misses the ambiguous encounters again and again. A young man who is burned by the dream of his family and country, and who is fascinated by self-redemption, although the scenery on the road is good, the important thing is that he is still on the road ahead. Don't delay the journey because of light promises.
The poor man seemed to see some shadows of himself in the young Chewag. Of course, it is not surprising that the education received since childhood was "communism". Although this illusion has long been abandoned, the radical left-wing trend of thought can always inadvertently seek its roots.
Started looking for a biography of Chewag to read. I wonder, what was the social ecology of the South American continent in the 1950s? Time and time again, I tried to compare the 1950s in China in my mind, and I was puzzled how the enthusiasm for the revolution was burning at that time. Perhaps, I will soon see why so many young talents of the 1970s have a fond nostalgia for Chiwag.
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