Amplify the echoes of history

Elroy 2022-03-22 09:02:28

The biggest sigh of course comes from real power, piles of hair like mountains, soap made of human fat, corpses carried by bulldozers, piles of heads in a basin, skinny to the point where only skeletons with flesh on dicks are left, What is made of human skin, etc., is absolutely shocking.
But this is not enough. Another aspect of power comes from the use of Renai's contrasting technique, the comparison between illusion and reality, the comparison between the past and the present and the future, the comparison between harsh environments and toys, the comparison between empty shots and those in use in the past, etc. Wait, the assistant will hit people's hearts every second with meaningful dialogues.

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Extended Reading
  • Angela 2022-03-16 09:01:06

    I'm not used to relying solely on objects to tell things, can I not come out as a party? Just now I was still thinking about the origin of human inequality. As a natural person, maybe all things are equal. As a social person, it is certainly unequal, but slaughter and extinction make me feel that even as a natural person, equality is impossible to talk about. In a word, human beings are never equal.

  • Amina 2022-03-15 09:01:05

    "NN" means that no one knows that the camera is the only visitor. It passes through the peaceful land and the deserted Auschwitz ruins. "Night and Fog" color-black and white to deal with the present-past, or peace-horror . The Nazi military parade and the shocking concentration camp are frozen, but the beauty comes from the detailed and literary voice-over narration of the Left Bank, which is juxtaposed with the cruel black and white images. Therefore, terror can be called "extreme."

Night and Fog quotes

  • Récitant/Narrator: With our sincere gaze we survey these ruins, as if the old monster lay crushed forever beneath the rubble. We pretend to take up hope again as the image recedes into the past, as if we were cured once and for all of the scourge of the camps. We pretend it happened all at once, at a given time and place. We turn a blind eye to what surrounds us and a deaf ear to humanity's never-ending cry.

  • Récitant/Narrator: 1933 - The machine gets under way. The nation must all sing the same song, with no wrong notes.