The same table went crazy before and asked me to watch it, but I always said yes and put it in my favorites folder to eat silently. Today, I was playing it crookedly. The boys watched this movie, and it was considered to be finished. At first, I thought it was still "Changjin Lake", and I didn't have much interest, but the more I watched it, the more wrong it became, so I went back to the dormitory and finished the first half an hour (suddenly remembered that the teacher who played the movie was a history teacher, no wonder it was so tasteful).
A very heavy and very different WWII movie. Compared with "Changjin Lake" in the previous weeks, "Persian Language Class" has very little depiction of more intense scenes such as gunfights, and more focus on the dialogue and collision of characters, so many people will say This movie is too bland. I remembered that the last movie I watched that hurt my eyes was "Eight Hundred". "1942" also had a big impact on me, but the description was too painful and the characterization was too straightforward, so I didn't like it for a long time after watching the movie. Comfortable. The entry point of "Persian Language Lesson" is very clever and novel, and the concept is also very good. The original Persian language connects the stories between Jews and officers, and inserts the content of several other Jews and other soldiers. The background is when the German army is about to lose.
It feels like every second I see it, I get a new feeling. The Jew in the car traded a book for a sandwich, but he was about to be shot, and it was useless to recall the previous sandwich. Beautiful female soldiers can fall in love with officers, and after being reprimanded, they can directly vent their anger at working prisoners in front of their officers. Another small point is that another female soldier who was jealous of her directly told her to let her go to the front line, and she must have a hard life on the front line. The tide of historical war sweeps everyone, and ordinary people are naturally suffering. The officers and soldiers have gradually become unfamiliar and have a kind side, and then they are more mechanically executing characters to shoot innocent people, and even have a high majesty, kicking and beating the captured people at will, and their faces are ugly. Every officer or soldier sees himself as a screw that simply obeys orders and fulfills his mission, and in fact collectively contributes to the tragedy of massacres and wars. Sad and hateful.
Just like the officer in the movie, he likes to cook and enjoy serving others. He often talks about his cooking history. He is more eager to open a restaurant in Tehran, and he generously distributes canned food to his subordinates. If you change the historical background, he may be the owner of a happy small restaurant. Reflection is of course necessary to reflect on the whole, but the inability of each little person is also indispensable. Human nature is complex, definitely not simple black and white. It is understandable for the Jews to deceive the officers. It is also pitiful for the officers to believe in the Jews but lose hope in the end. However, there is no absolute right or wrong for them in the war. Such an outcome is inevitable. The tragedy of depersonalization and social polarization.
The story line of the movie is very complete. The protagonist inserted in the middle silently remembers the name of each Jew who came to get the meal and adapts it. It is also moving. There are also the stories of two Jews who can speak Italian, and finally recite 2840 The part of a Jewish name is also shocking. But, "Reza," what's your name?
The tension of the plot lies in the fear of the protagonist being discovered, while the gentleness lies in the fact that there is no direct depiction of the war scene, but only the dialogue of the characters. It's better to slow down this.
The nameless and the names of 2,840 Jews, this is doomed to the difference between the two and the tragic ending of the story.
I think it's understandable for nibbling CP, but it's still a bit painful, and I can't get enough of nibbling. Rather than the romantic language between the protagonist and the officer, I'm more curious about the officer's brother in Tehran, who may be his true love.
Angels are also demons, and beautiful language is also blood flowing.
Now look at the ?? and Belarus in the film introduction, and it is said that the director is of Ukrainian descent, and there is nothing to say. War has always been closely related to zz. Everyone is forced to be involved in the chaos of history, and I just hope that innocent civilians will not be affected.
The poem at the beginning of the protagonist's nonsense is really beautiful. But even though it is the sunset of the war, there will be no less people who die. It is the last lament.
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