In a deformed world where modern civilization and the Middle Ages are intertwined, there are people, vampires, gunfire, and love. I saw a magnificent and magnificent epic, and at the same time, as if I was reading a literature that has been passed down for centuries, I turned the dusty pages, and the classical sonorous sounded in my ears. D is reining in his horse in the dark hills, holding up his cloak like Caesar reigns over the world, but the difference is that D's picture is gloomy and grim. From that frame, the feeling of loneliness arises spontaneously, and slowly flows through every scene. A character, yes, everyone in the film, without the urbanized supporting role, is lonely. However, D is also hopeful, a Sisyphus who always resists, always has enthusiasm, although he is taciturn and deliberately keeps his distance from others, I still feel the quiet burning fire in him. Music is a mighty symphony, which is what a hero in the epic deserves, D, his strength, his invincibility, when he leaps to the enemy and stabs a deadly sword, it reaches a climax with the magnificent movement, but he Always lonely, the hero's movement is anti-hero, and the hero himself is pitiful. The picture is gorgeous, every frame depicts the highest point of aesthetics in that era, I still feel pity, that kind of movie mixed with time precipitation, that kind of looking back, thinking about the teenager like me 20 years ago When I watched the movie, I couldn't help but feel happy. Touching the time is an appointment. What I see now is a classic. Needless to say, moral education-style values, fantasy stories concocted by ancient methods, just right tragic endings, and distant and untouchable protagonists. I love this movie.
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