In the middle of the night, I regurgitated the pictures of the movies I watched during the day, and I gradually felt a poetic feeling. Looking back at the character of Glass slowly, you can't feel his multi-facetedness, how complicated his heart is, but surprisingly simple, alive, alive, revenge, after revenge? As if taking time out of everything, everything lost its meaning and stopped abruptly. We live in a human environment and have never been able to enter this wilderness. Maybe in the wilderness, human life is like this. No one can die, but some people have to survive. Dying is easy, surviving is hard, finding meaning in life is even harder, so hard that as long as a little phantom has a reason to live. Life has never been so pure and difficult, and it has never been so empty like this wasteland. The history of the fur trade in the film reminds me of the historical anthropology book I read as an undergraduate, "Europe and People Without History". There are guns, horses, furs, snow and ice. This book is still on my bookshelf. The movie shows us the blood and pain that can't be written in the book. It suddenly occurred to me that the Chinese translation of Revenant Hunter does not mean "there is a hunter in the wilderness", but "hunting enemies in the wilderness". revenant.
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