He just wanted to survive. Like all of us.
—We just survived.
—Oh. That's enough.
What is life? Existence before death. What is peace? The days between wars.
In order to survive, people ran to the boat. Getting on a boat means fleeing, fleeing a mortal beach.
Ships, one by one, were sunk, and the deck instantly turned into hell.
Also to survive, people abandoned their boats and swam to the beach.
The boat tilted and exploded behind. The purgatory-like fire at sea made people madly eager to go ashore, just as they madly rushed to the deck before.
hopeless.
Whether boarding the ship or going ashore, there is a mortal catastrophe ahead. This is the paradox of Dunkirk - because of fear, we flee and flee again, from ship to ship, but nowhere is hope. Some were bombed ashore, some were killed on board, some were burned at sea, and some were evacuated successfully and then became cannon fodder in a future battle. The result is the same - the only difference is the length of time spent in this hellish life.
This is a movie that lives to the death. hope? On those calm, peaceful faces. The resolute captain, the officer who gently closed his eyes in the face of the air attack, the pilot who let the plane free-fall, the silent French soldier, the British citizen who came to the rescue with his head held high on the boat, the soldier who spread the jam on the soldier's bread. Nurse.
It is they who live out human dignity.
While watching the movie, I kept thinking, what is the configuration of these people's horoscopes? These souls, what kind of karma will they experience in the life they reincarnated from the battlefield? We're all stuck there
I sit comfortably on the sofa in the surround sound cinema. I watched their escape. I watched them die. I look at their dignity. I watched them become dirt and dust.
So, in which escape am I?
PS: I don't understand movies. But I love Nolan.
Throughout the film, what I saw was not the confrontation between the British and French Allied forces and the German army, but the confrontation between man and war, death, and fear. All the German attacks, not a single one of the flesh and blood. All I saw was planes, bullets, torpedoes and bombs. I know that Nolan is talking about World War II, not even war, but human survival, death, fear and dignity.
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