Desolation and loneliness

Gudrun 2022-04-22 07:01:02

The ground cracked open, and the black oil was crawling on the ground, viscous like blood. The black blood climbed into the person's body along the person's fingers and mixed with the bright red blood.

America at the end of the nineteenth century was full of opportunities for careerists. The development of science and technology has promoted the development of new energy and wealth, as if oil wells are waiting for the arrival of the miners, and then erupting vigorously. The flaming golden fire has replaced everything in people's eyes. Sincerity, warmth, and friendship have become darkened. People are tirelessly digging and accumulating in the agitation, but they are losing their direction more and more. The spirit is like the land being hollowed out and becoming barren. ,open.

From a penniless miner who survives alone, to an oil tycoon with a fortune, the protagonist's life should be considered a success if measured from the perspective of money. However, this success eventually left him alone, drunk and numb like a corpse in a huge palace that could accommodate an indoor bowling alley.

For a long time at the beginning of the film, there is no dialogue, and the miners mechanically carry out their work. Someone died, there were no sighs and cries, and there was no vulnerability on the way. From that time on, people have pawned their souls in exchange for success.

The protagonist smears oil on the child's brows, which is not a passion for family, but a longing for a new partner. On the road of chasing his dream, he thinks that he has a companion and is no longer lonely.

Then they opened their mouths and told all lies.

He finally revealed his true feelings, only to discover that the so-called younger brother beside him was an impostor—truth, long gone, never appeared, all lies.

The desire for sincere warmth and friendship in human nature may feel cumbersome when it is possessed, it constrains one's own decision-making, and hinders one's success. However, once lost, it is like a phantom limb after being severed.

Peeling away the gloom soaked in oil, what are the most comfortable scenes in the film? It is the protagonist's warm smile at the child on the train, the kindness of the old herdsman and the daughter when the father and son begged for milk from the farmhouse, and the forgiveness and persuasion of the old man in the forest after the protagonist murdered and buried the body.

However, the child eventually left because of his selfish pride, the peaceful pasture was turned into a construction site with a loud noise because of him, the land that the old man regarded as a treasure was drained cunningly and cruelly, and the church people depended on was just someone Profitable lies. Everything good about God is false, only the inner devil is real and lingering.

Greedy grabbing, but in the end in exchange for nothing. A high house, a wealth of wealth, and it is impossible to fill his heart. The wealth gushing out like oil may be envied by outsiders, but what accompanies him is a half-life body and a barren land.

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There Will Be Blood quotes

  • Fletcher Hamilton: H.W. okay?

    Plainview: No, he isn't.

  • Plainview: [Paul Sunday has offered to sell Plainview information] Why'd you come to me?

    Paul Sunday: You just brought this well in?

    Plainview: That's right.

    Paul Sunday: Yes, so just give me five hundred dollars in cash, right now, and I'll tell you where it is.

    Plainview: I'll tell you what I'll do, son. I'll give you a hundred dollars now and, if it proves to be a promising lease, then give a thousand dollar bonus...

    Paul Sunday: Six hundred dollars.

    Plainview: Just tell me one thing to help me decide. What else have you got up there. What do you grow?

    Paul Sunday: We have a big ranch, but it's mostly rocks. We can plant things; nothing will grow but weeds. What makes you think it's up?

    Fletcher Hamilton: Is there sulfur around, or alkali deposits?

    Paul Sunday: Alkali, nearby. I don't know sulfur.

    [notices H.W]

    Paul Sunday: Is that your son?

    Plainview: Yes.

    Paul Sunday: [to H.W] Hi.

    H.W. Plainview: Hi.

    Paul Sunday: [to Fletcher] Who are you?

    Fletcher Hamilton: I'm Fletcher Hamilton. Nice to meet you, son. What's your name?

    Paul Sunday: What do you do?

    Fletcher Hamilton: I work with Mr. Plainview.

    Plainview: Here's five hundred dollars. You tell me something worth hearing, this money's yours.

    Paul Sunday: I come from a town called Little Boston, in Isabella County.