I don't like this way of shooting

Eulalia 2022-03-22 09:01:38

Although the shooting method is more personal, but this personality is not very colorful. It feels like some so-called performance art nowadays, trying to be different, but it is actually very boring. I think if it weren't for this drama-style shooting method, the shock of the whole movie to the audience would be stronger. Watching this movie has been spent in dullness, and Nicole's slow speech rate makes people drowsy.
The storyline reminds me of a report I read before, saying that a female reporter saw the hardships of migrant workers and wanted to fight for their rights. One day she was gang-raped by these migrant workers. In the end, the female reporter brought these migrant workers to court, and there were only blank eyes in the dock. . . . Sympathy gets hurt. Since then I have stopped sympathizing with anyone, and there must be something to hate about poor people, and maybe this is true.

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Dogville quotes

  • Narrator: How could she ever hate them for what was at bottom merely their weakness? She would probably have done things like those that had befallen her if she had lived in one of these houses. To measure them by her own yardstick, as her father put it. Would she not, in all honesty, have done the same as Chuck and Vera and Ben and Mrs Henson and Tom and all these people in their houses? Grace paused and as she did, the clouds scattered and let the moonlight through, and Dogville underwent another of those little changes of light. It was as if the light previously so merciful and faint finally refused to cover up for the town any longer. Suddenly, you could no longer imagine a berry that would appear one day on a gooseberry bush, but only see the thorn that was there right now. The light now penetrated every unevenness and flaw in the buildings and in the people. And all of a sudden, she knew the answer to her question all too well. If she had acted like them, she could not have defended a single one of her actions and could not have condemned them harshly enough. It was as if her sorrow and pain finally assumed their rightful place. No. What they had done was not good enough. And if one had the power to put it to rights, it was one's duty to do so - for the sake of other towns, for the sake of humanity and not least, for the sake of the human being that was Grace herself.

  • Narrator: [as McKay explores even further with his hand] It was not Grace's pride that kept her going during the days when fall came and the trees were losing their leaves, but more of a trance like state that descends on animals whose lives are threatened - a state in which the body reacts mechanically in a low tough gear, without too much painful reflection. Like a patient passively letting his disease hold sway.