Africa in the field of vision is innocent. God is a good girl, she gave you dew and barrenness, gave him a tap and fullness. You can't say which is better, maybe you need both. But if you hesitate, you'd better follow the advice of the movie.
The symbolism of the movie is observable. Through some specific people and things, you can see the collision of the two existences:
Doctors should be naturalists, natives are the original nature, female teachers are social audiences that can be won, as for the petty bourgeoisie who knows how to please women. , It should be the waste water and residues of the era of big industry. More direct are politics, wars and guns.
Questions give me my opinion:
1 The doctor’s situation is full of situations along the way of receiving female teachers. Is the misunderstanding between the two people misunderstanding and even direct incomprehension and neglect of nature?
2 When faced with the clumsiness of female teachers, does Ph.D. naturally feel caught off guard and powerless when facing social audiences? Does the estrangement arise from the unfamiliarity and distance of nature in the industrial age?
3 The clumsy doctor rescued the hostages with the help of the natives. Is this what the director most wants to tell us: nature's fundamental victory over power?
4 After the hostages were rescued, it was the petty bourgeoisie who came to claim the credit. Does this allude to the fact that human society has created the apparent benefits of the embezzlement of nature and industrial evolution?
5 The indigenous people finally threw the bottle into the cliff. Does this symbolize nature's abandonment of industry and social manufacturing and—final victory?
The tone of the movie is humorous and ridiculous, but uncontrollable thinking brings deep sorrow. Leaving the screen, what do we see and what can we do?
Naturalists are tragic and heroic, and the movie shows me the victory in despair without changing the original intention. On the African grasslands, good girls gave dew and innocence, and the indigenous people used these two things to complete the thin road of survival. However, when the locomotive came in, guns spitting fire raging, leaving rut marks and scraps of waste bombs on the grassland; wars and commotions are the crazy graffiti created by humans on nature's face. The director insists on letting nature overcome, and seems to be on tiptoe. Pull your toes upwards, eager to break free from gravity-like tragic and struggle. Well, I believe your victory, with a little innocence, but I don't laugh at it.
And people, I can't ask you to emulate Thoreau's extreme environmentalism, but I pray that you at least follow me in trust and bring some innocence.
Weave an innocent fairy tale and share it with my dear bug.
——Dedicated to the bugs who tirelessly used QQ to pass this movie to me
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