The best wartime love story I've ever seen, or the best wartime feature film I've ever seen.
A unique perspective, with young war heroes on vacation to visit relatives as clues, to record a series of stories on the way home. The kind and brave Alyosha met the beautiful and enthusiastic Shula on the train. The incident was compact, and the green feelings quickly heated up and came to an abrupt end. They didn't even have time to leave their contact information.
Two innocent children with pure smiles and extremely cute. The combination of close-up, light and shadow, and the use of flashback lenses allow the audience to see a beautiful Shura.
The whole film did not choose to depict the war head-on, nor did it use any official preaching from Weiguang, and what I saw and heard along the way was cruel. A beautiful love that was suddenly interrupted, a soldier with a broken leg who did not want to go home, an aunt who drove overnight, a comrade-in-arms wife who was looking for another home, a Ukrainian refugee who fled, a hometown without a male, and a mother who had no time to get sick. They met for a short time and then separated.
There is no deliberate depiction, no hoarseness, everything is presented naturally, and all this is the sin of war.
Whether as a theme reflecting on war or celebrating the nation's soldiers, the way the film is presented is very commendable. Just imagine how many Alyoshas left their mothers and their lovers to go to the battlefield during the Great Patriotic War of the Soviet Union, but they never returned. As the film says, this is just the story of an ordinary Russian (Soviet) soldier.
Our country has also paid a painful price for revolution and war. In contrast, the domestic war films and war dramas in recent years are really embarrassing. There is no seriousness that respects history and reveres life, indulges in clever, clown-like performances and loses direction, and consumes the audience as ignorant fools.
The red polar bear has long since fallen, and we are running on the high-speed train of the rise of great powers. Yet at the height of the art of (war) cinema, Big Brother is still Big Brother.
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