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Survival Django - Too Much Survival Too Little Django
Mustafa 2022-04-19 09:01:16
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Briana 2021-10-20 18:59:40
A movie that the entire crew suffers a lot. The harsh natural environment is the protagonist of this movie. The natural light photography and slow narrative rhythm are also trying to amplify the environment. The wild revenge logic of the western film makes the revenge itself change. It has to be simple and rude. The ten-sequence plays do not rush or slow down, and there are no amazing parts. The genre-based editing rhythm is expected, the best photographer Roger Diggins next year! ★★★
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Milton 2022-03-25 09:01:05
The white hunter fell in love with the aboriginal girl, but was trampled by the barbaric alien civilization, so he embarked on the road of revenge (Yes, this story is so familiar, Hollywood...). There are some iconic Inaritu’s human-ghost dialogue and the soul floats, but it seems that some of the things that I liked very much have also been lost, and they have become very beautiful, very college... Xiao Li can be directly renamed Xiaoqiang, and he is torn by the bear. It’s not easy to kick and step
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John Fitzgerald: You all right there kid? Your head in the right place?
Bridger: I guess... I can't help thinking about whether we did the right...
John Fitzgerald: No! Ain't our place to wonder. The good Lord got us on a road whether we choose it or not.
John Fitzgerald: My pop, he weren't a religious man, you know? If you couldn't grow it, kill it, or eat it, he just plain old didn't believe in it, that was it. And this one time he head on up the old Saba hills... San Saba hills? He joined a couple Texas Ranger buddies of his to hunt you know? pretty routine, he done it like a hundred times before, should have been a three-day kill but, on the second day, it all went fucked. Somehow that night he lost his buddies, and to top it off, them Comanches went and took the horses so, he was starving and delirious... and he crawls up into this mott, this... this group of trees out in the middle of nowhere just sticking up in this ocean of scrub and he found religion. At that moment he told me... he found God. And it turns out that God... He's a squirrel. Yea. A big, old meaty one. "I found God" he used to say. "And while sitting there and basking in the glory and sublimity of mercy... I shot and ate that son of a bitch".
John Fitzgerald: Yeah. You might want to close your eyes kid.
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Toussaint: [in french] Bring me the girl! Those five horses weren't for free!