The best movie I've seen this year is so good that I don’t want to read scores and film reviews until I can get back to my senses and write down my feelings. It’s not a very good habit. Intentionally or unintentionally, I will form a presupposition that I will score it during the viewing process. Maintain a self-disciplined rationality. I will lose the pure mood of completely handing over myself to the movie. Sometimes I accidentally look for it in the cinema. Returning to this state of trance will make me feel extremely happy
Form and subject matter are very consistent. An immersive experience is refreshing. I often want to innovate the tricks of technology. The demand for form. If it is only to show or test the technology itself, it often buys cassava and returns beads, and loses part of the emotional sincerity and power. 1917. Come a kind of surprise mixed with the old normal of post-modern, stage plays, poetry movies, and war movies. It is absurd and immersive, and it incites me to fall. Bo saw the GIF behind the scenes and thought it was Dunkirk and thought to himself: Why don’t I remember that Dunkirk still has such an excellent shot. When I was approaching there, I couldn’t help being horrified: it turned out to be this movie! While being angry, mother was spoiled again. Mom’s music is so sensational, while wipe your tears to provoke me, I’m so willing to TT
The innocence and childishness between the words of two people who risked their lives to complete the task caused me to feel nostalgic for school days like two truant teenagers could be caught by the principal at any time (the fear in the heart of the child is close to death), but when you are in a huge wilderness (empty) No one’s playground, other classes are teaching and training in an orderly manner) You suddenly realize that your life and death, your existence and even your freedom are far less important than you imagined. What is the meaning of competition for winning or losing collective honor to individuals? What I can feel seems to be only the alienation and insignificance of oneself. People are so small and insignificant that you have to notice that only this person who is next to you at this time breathes the innocence in his heart with his voice and smile and his temperature. The person who infects you carelessly in the past of pear blossoms. This person who has your own minds has never been (as declared by the superior) who fights for the same goal is the person you want to care and protect anyway. At this moment there is no It’s more urgent and more important than this mood. This kind of metaphor seems too easy to put in the special environment of war. I never understand war and dare not say which movie can make me deeply appreciate the combative nature of mankind. The fear and sorrow of each individual under any background is actually similar in nature. That is the basic situation of being born as a person. This is also the standard of the ideal movie in my heart: no matter what era people are in, people can feel their own destiny. I can understand why he throws away the badge, why he doesn’t want to go home to live, or a fluke is a huge cruelty and unfairness, whether it’s against the people fighting side by side, the enemy, or hanging for you who can’t sleep and don’t. People who are willing to extinguish their hearts (although the French woman and child section made me feel a little hypocritical) are just as an afterthought. Victory in war is an absurd glory brought by the accidental nature of history.
Recently, I was reading the long story of "The Fall of the Patriarch" and did not read it separately. I was dizzy and suffocated. I lost my judgment of time and space. I was surprised by the washing of the soul brought by this one-stop operation. It's a bit like the language of the lens in 1917. Is the charm of art
(I didn’t intend to write articles so irresponsibly, but the short comment wouldn’t let me write so much nonsense. This 140-character era, however, sharply exposed my laziness, incompetence and lack of greed in language)
(I really like the British actors' solid and elegant gestures. I'm done.)
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