Bergman once said that "movie is a dream if not a record". Herzog spent four years composing a real dream. For the first time, the wild and primitive pulsation of South America no longer existed in my mind, but through the images, I could smell its damp pulsing smell and see its wanton gleaming green. If a man can row a boat for two days to watch an opera, it is not surprising that he moves a boat across a land. If a woman is willing to sit beside him and row two boats with him, then she is destined to fall in love with his madness and follow in his footsteps. Fitzgerald's belief is self, Morley's belief is love, and Indians' belief is life colored by primitive religion. The conflict between civilization and barbarism is actually not the point. Their beliefs bloom fiercely on the turbulent Pongo River, which is the core of the dream. This is not Llosa's "Green House", this is an epic for everyone. When the Indians set foot on Fitzgerald's Morley, each began his own crazy journey. What I see is Fitzgerald echoing in the rainforest for Caruso's aria, making ice, going to jail, hauling rubber, he can climb the tall clock tower and shout, understand him, follow him, yes Innocent indigenous children are wild blood that only the wild can understand. He's not Don Quixote, he's a sober knight still going. He had all kinds of imaginations. He wanted to meander a railway in the rainforest, but the result was only a two-hundred-meter stop. He wanted to build an opera house for Caruso, but the result was just a red chair at the pier at the starting point. , sing aloud, but that's enough, he's seen it, he's not the first to actually witness the reality of faith, but he sees it. Molly, his lover, can go to a brothel and spend all his money just to support his lover's irrational dreams. How charming they were together, such pure joy, laughing in a shared dream. She smiled as she sent off his ship full of crew, and she greeted him with a smile on his dilapidated, absurd on-board opera. If this woman had gone with him, they would have kissed when the boat finally moved on land, no doubt about it. In the history of the invasion of South America, anyone who tried to save and indoctrinate this land was just a stranger. Did this group of Indians think about their beliefs? Do they understand their religion? For them, this primordial fear-inspired piety is all they desire for life. In order to relieve the anger of the river god, they left their peaceful life and used all their strength and their own way to pay homage to the god. No one can pretentiously judge them as stupid uncivilized ignorant, they have the purest purpose, they are really the primitive crazy people of this land. So, they could invisibly accept Fitzgerald's dream not understood by the civilized world, and a block of ice could awaken their precious admiration and venerable humility. Therefore, when the patriarch untied the ropes and let the boat go where it should go, it was understandable. They insisted on a goal from beginning to end. They paid blood and sweat, and they had a reason to do so. And Fitzgerald, who was sleeping soundly, was secretly colluding with the Indians. It seemed that something was wrong and everything was in vain. In fact, the collision of two different but equally wild beliefs was enough to make He "saw". Rainforest accepted Caruso's aria, and the river god let go of the boat, leaving behind an eternal song. In the face of the craziest thirst, where is there any civilization, what is wild, and some are just madness and release. When the ship finally entered the shallow water after the longest turbulence, the singing at that moment was the singing of Caruso and the Indians. There are miracles in this world, there are miracles. When Fitzgerald was nodding beside the red chair, when the choir sang involuntarily, when Molly waved, full of pride, there was so much joy and beauty in life that it was no big deal to go on land. The agility and interest of life lies in the absurdity and madness. I don't know how Herzog made up his mind to actually pull a big boat, I don't know if he ever had the desire to wake up after four long years of dreaming. Herzog and Kinski integrated themselves into Fitzgerald. Fitzgerald was happy, and he carried the most majestic belief in the world. When the ship finally entered the shallow water after the longest turbulence, the singing at that moment was the singing of Caruso and the Indians. There are miracles in this world, there are miracles. When Fitzgerald was nodding beside the red chair, when the choir sang involuntarily, when Molly waved, full of pride, there was so much joy and beauty in life that it was no big deal to go on land. The agility and interest of life lies in the absurdity and madness. I don't know how Herzog made up his mind to actually pull a big boat, I don't know if he ever had the desire to wake up after four long years of dreaming. Herzog and Kinski integrated themselves into Fitzgerald. Fitzgerald was happy, and he carried the most majestic belief in the world. When the ship finally entered the shallow water after the longest turbulence, the singing at that moment was the singing of Caruso and the Indians. There are miracles in this world, there are miracles. When Fitzgerald was nodding beside the red chair, when the choir sang involuntarily, when Molly waved, full of pride, there was so much joy and beauty in life that it was no big deal to go on land. The agility and interest of life lies in the absurdity and madness. I don't know how Herzog made up his mind to actually pull a big boat, I don't know if he ever had the desire to wake up after four long years of dreaming. Herzog and Kinski integrated themselves into Fitzgerald. Fitzgerald was happy, and he carried the most majestic belief in the world.
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