It was an era of despair. The beliefs and ideals that Kotov built up all his life turned into dust in an instant. He cried like a ravaged child. It was the cry of a hero. Her daughter was in the wheat field. Running and running, filled with this smiling face, what will happen to their fate waiting for them?
I have to admire the precise artistic sense of the Soviets. The two-hour and 15-minute movie immerses people in that kind of plot, the first half, the delicate relationship between the three people, and the second half, the loss of ideals being knocked down. This emotion has always made us sigh the desolation of fate and the desolation of humanity. complex.
Stoff, when he first appeared, let us feel the scene of a family relationship. Then, galloping in the wheat field, his heroism, his wit, and his domineering make us admire. In family life, his kindness, his humor, and his kindness brought us closer in an instant, as if he was the kind uncle in the neighbor's house. Midia's appearance, his tense relationship with Stoff, Stoff's gentlemanly forbearance and concession, especially at the moment when Marusa and Midia had a very clever relationship, the look in Stoff's eyes. Kind of helpless, kind, sad, let us deeply pain for him. As the danger approached step by step, he was not afraid of danger, and even at the moment of saying goodbye to his daughter, he always maintained the image of a kind and stalwart father. When the halo on his body was gone, he even protected an innocent civilian. The blood they beat was blurred. Stoff, this almost god-like shape, when Stalin's balloon slowly rose, his cry made us feel how much tension and how helpless.
This kind of helplessness and the image of the innocent daughter echo in our minds, this kindness, this kind of beauty, let us experience the helpless sadness of that era, the pain of separation, Stalin's expressionless face His face filled the whole picture, and the scene of the moment when his daughter and father finally said goodbye was still floating around in his mind. He looked at this Midia, who had this conscience in his heart, with his blood and flesh blurred. But he still cried. How complicated is his cry, the person he trusts the most, the most difficult belief in his life, maybe just the last waiting swan. And those who are ignorant are still ignorant, and it is always the masses who suffer. What a power when a hero faces his irreversible situation, the instantaneous collapse of the building of his beliefs.
I absolutely love the shots of these two men, the subtlety of their relationship that always shows me multiple facets of human nature. In other words, Midia, always symbolizes the symbol of most real people who have good roots in their hearts, but live for too many compellations. That kind of drive in his character, that kind of arrogance, I don't think he's a mere disguise, or that he's gradually lost his role. Who is he? At the last moment, the bright red blood stained the bathtub. He finally understood what his pursuit was. He was detached, and he was happy.
When the little girl grows up, I think she will be so optimistic, so bold, and so kind.
Alive may be a kind of value, time will confirm everything. Is not it? The past is always the past, and it will never come back. What should be cherished and what should be changed is only the present.
Poisonous sun, is he more like an eye of God, watching this, confirming the time.
Also learn the highest realm is the Taoist realm where there is nothing to do and nothing to do.
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