walk well, my brother

Adolf 2022-04-12 08:01:01

Just because I personally think that Barry Pepa's performance in "25 Hours" is no less than Norton's, I searched for this film.

Indeed, surprising. Also sad.

The first is that Charlie, played by Barry, grew up as an arrogant, arrogant and selfish man. The director showed Corana's influence on Charlie through the different results of two identical memories. The dominant force of this influence is love. A selfless love that makes Charlie reborn.

The second is that Corana's selflessness deeply touched me. Especially when she said that because there was not enough food at home, her mother left home (in order to save one person from food) and she fed her sister with her own blood. And finally, giving Charlie his boots would allow him to walk more, and then he said, "walk well, my brother. That kind of selflessness deeply touched me."

The third is Konara's seemingly stubborn belief. When Charlie wanted to take the available items from the crashed plane, Konara clearly expressed her displeasure and stopped it. Their people believe that after death, people will go to another place to hunt, with what they have in front of them, it is a beautiful place. She is also so optimistic about death, which is why Corana is still calm despite her tuberculosis, in stark contrast to Charlie's hysteria and despair.

The film also has many comparisons and detailed descriptions. It is a very well-organized work. It does not engage in other gimmicks, but it is shocking.

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The Snow Walker quotes

  • Kanaalaq: Walk well, my brother.

  • Shepherd: Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds, - and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of - Wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence. Hov'ring there I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air... Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue I've topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace Where never lark or even eagle flew - And, while with silent lifting mind I've trod The high untrespassed sanctity of space, Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.