I have seen one or two of Herzog's films before, and I always feel that the way the story evolves in the film is strange, not driven by the plot (reasonable prediction), nor guided by poetic feeling, there is something indescribable. madness in it. But watching this movie doesn't feel the same. I think there is something like a philosophical evolution that exists as the core of the film, as if the film itself is constructed and presented to us by the director in the form of philosophical poetry, and we can see how the ideas behind various elements compete with each other. Maybe other Herzog films have taken this route?
The Devil who ingested the Fruit of Eternity, an idea between man and God was conceived as a Devil and put into traditional vampire tales. The idea is constituted by a contradiction arising from a secular interpretation of immortality, of infinite time, that no being (except a supreme being of a pure idea) can be immortal, then from this point of view it is conceived Nosferatu can't be a life, but a non-life (yet he longs to love, to be a "life", to be no longer just a bad thought wandering in the shadows), so what is he? A vampire? A devil? A bad idea? As the camera follows the hero to the ancient castle of Nosferatu, we see how a tenacious spirit walks through the shadows and goes as if it were destined A place against life, a place of death that sucks life. And this tenacious spirit becomes so under the nourishment of love. A tenacious spirit finally goes to its own destination on the edge of death, which is also its own opposite-the threat from non-life (but not simple death). In the end, the heroine sacrificed herself to destroy Nosferatu, and what fell together with Nosferatu's dilapidated body was not only the plague, but also a bad idea: eternal life. On the contrary, the heroine insisted on the eternal life of life. , as long as the river is still flowing, life will not cease, and eternity is returned as a predicate to the divine God, but as a rational animal, a kind of illusion or mist is necessary, and this mist is rooted in reason itself, It devours itself from time to time. Like life, it will not die, but it will continue to change its form.
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