Arranged some lines

Zelma 2022-03-22 09:01:35

It is better to return to the original film by yourself, and I have sorted out some of the things I can think of (long picture mode). Welcome to add.

1. Literary Scientists Fighting

Rumble of an artist

Two people speculate on materialism

2. The social reality of being an artist

Can't help but think of the commercial entertainment that the Internet has spawned today
May be the voice of the artists

3. What are people looking for when they pursue "districts"?

First hatred of stalkers taking advantage of people's suffering
Seeing this, I thought I was saying that the desire of the body controls human beings. Human nature is inherently evil, material comes first, and spiritual things are all fabricated out of thin air.

So the stalker spoke up

Suddenly thought of a sentence, people who are unsatisfactory in all aspects always help others, so that they can not only taste the gratitude of others, but also escape from themselves.

But the second time I watched it, the Stalker subverted my perception

The mind of a stalker

4. Other Poetic Languages

Picture taken.

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Extended Reading
  • Amiya 2022-03-27 09:01:05

    The world's anxiety and struggle are concentrated in one person. The characteristics of the three protagonists are not likable. The subtitles of the version are not very good. Wet, hazy, those creepy shallow close-ups are perfect

  • Saul 2022-03-28 09:01:02

    In the future, if anyone calls me a literary youth again, I will be anxious with whomever. . . If it weren't for the extra volume of dialogue, I'm afraid I would have been drowned in my sleep by the endless long still shots.

Stalker quotes

  • Stalker's Wife: You know, Mama was very opposed to it. You've probably already guessed, that he's one of God's fools. Everyone around here used to laugh at him. He was such a wretched muddler. Mama used to say: "he's a stalker, a marked man, an eternal jailbird. Remember the kind of children stalkers have." I didn't even argue. I knew all about it, that he was a marked man, a jailbird. I knew about the kids. Only what could I do? I was sure I'd be happy with him. I knew there'd be a lot of sorrow, but I'd rather know bitter-sweet happiness, than a grey, uneventful life. Perhaps I invented all this later. But when he come up to me and said: "Come with me", I went. And I've never regretted it. Never. There was a lot of grief, and fear, and pain, but I've never regretted it, nor envied anyone. It's just fate. It's life, it's us. And if there were no sorrow in our lives, it wouldn't be better, it would be worse. Because then there'd be no happiness, either. And there'd be no hope.

  • Stalker: In the Zone, the longer way, the less risk.