In fact, his childhood was more meaningful and fulfilling than most of us, and he was even just a kid! ~ There are freckles and a pair of blue eyes on the young face. In the picture are barren and sparse trees in the sand, a tin bucket of cool spring water and mother's bright smile wiping away sweat. Tarkovsky put him in a messy and huge circle of reeds, shuttled between the running water and the enemy's eyeliner, in fact, he was never found. There was still a beautiful blonde hair on his muddy head. Little Ivan was not very good-tempered. He was extremely strong.
After a bath, mashed potatoes and bitter coffee are obviously less attractive than sleeping. He swam through the Nazi lines, swam through the almost fatal cramp episode, swam through hunger and hardship, and now really needs a good rest. sweet heart.
His absurd and terrifying dreams have a little bit of childlike romance, and the most idyllic beauty is often destroyed in a mess. Dreams have Horzo-style metaphors in them. There is frustration and anger over the inability to do anything about the huge foreign object. This kid actually cares about whether he is talking in his sleep like a little adult, haha. The way he looked when he cared about his image was so cute.
He can lie on the shoulders of adults like any gentle girl, and he can fight the colonel like any adult male - he doesn't want to hide behind the safe battlefield and go to some shit military school, he only Want to scout at the forefront of the battlefield.
In his village destroyed by the war, only an old madman clings to each other with a crowing rooster who is unaware of the danger, and talks about some sadness that no one understands. Dilapidated wells can't hold for too long to stop and feel sad, everything is said goodbye to the past at the speed of a jeep. Woodpeckers are banging on the moth-eaten tree trunk, and the devastated desolation can't be avoided just by a squeaking, insecure door. The birch forest can not only make beautiful nesting dolls, but also can be used to adapt to war and make it look like a command post.
You will unswervingly believe that every beautiful dream of Ivan has metaphors, ripe apples and pouring rain, the truck that lost all the apples and the horses that came to eat the apples, every shot is in Telling how beautiful and carefree it all should have been, but this damn war happened. . . Charcoal-coated little Ivan is on his way again with some compressed biscuits, hard-boiled eggs, burnt potatoes and a little cheese. He really didn't care what food was in the package. The skinny Germans are killing other innocent people even in the pictorial, and little Ivan is full of hatred. The spring-loaded gramophone blared an anachronistic and extravagant sound.
The film doesn't have too many metaphors, the story is actually as simple as a "little hero rains", but it is much stronger than our model drama. What made me notice is that when his coat was taken off by his comrades and hung up, he didn't even forget to take out the sunflower seeds in his pocket and put them in his trousers pocket to continue eating. O(∩_∩)O~, too childish. He looks so handsome in military pants. Getting an exquisite little dagger can make you smile happily. He was really just a child. In the last dream, my mother finally left with a smile and a tin bucket. All the little friends who played hide-and-seek together as a child disappeared without a trace, leaving only the freedom of pure pursuit. He ran all the way on the waves.
The wreckage of the plane was buried on the quiet river beach. The two companions who were hanged to the public were also still in place like a landmark.
On the fantasy utopian planet 5, it is still unimaginable whether human beings are bloody.
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