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A no-brainer fantasy
Alvah 2022-03-23 09:01:40
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Evert 2021-11-13 08:01:25
8/10. The symbolic aesthetics of landscape and sound conversion: the visual portraits of grass forest/abandoned tanks are juxtaposed, the male protagonist climbs the rock wall and the waterfall, the camera moves to the right and the other two enter the painting, meditating lying on the moss/mud, natural wind sounds/weird electric sound transformation There was a sound of hitting water at the bottom of the well, a syringe needle/gun and a plate painted with Jesus in stagnant water. Birds flew into the hall and fanned the sand, sitting around the front ceiling of the room and raining, and the sound of the train made the cups on the table vibrate violently.
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Alba 2022-03-27 09:01:05
Cattle. In 1979, the frozen characters and scenes, the alienation, these are only formal. What is your secret wish? After going through all kinds of hardships and dangers, someone enters a room where a secret wish can be fulfilled, and prays that his younger brother who died because of him can be resurrected. When he returns home, he finds that he has become a rich man, and his younger brother has not been resurrected. The stalker's story to scientists and writers about what happened to another stalker is like a question to the audience: Do you know what your underlying desires are? Do you dare to make it happen? Almost all the reviews focus on stalkers, scientists, and writers, but ignore the stalker's wife. She is undoubtedly the one who underpins all the hardships and difficulties in life, and who cannot seek meaning, but encourages life: love. With her, everything that is unbearable is bearable.
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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.
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Stalker: In the Zone, the longer way, the less risk.