A sentimental review.

Kadin 2022-04-20 09:01:11

Some people say that the film doesn't have much to offer.
At the end, I reunited with my family, called my son and daughter's names, and said over and over again, I'm sorry, I'm at a loss. Finally, he is free!
Maybe it's because I haven't seen other works of the male lead, and I don't know the second male lead, so I wasn't influenced by other feelings. The male protagonist was taken away by his old friend. When he left the farm, his eyes were filled with complex and intertwined emotions. I could see the panic of regaining freedom but no real feeling, and saw the pity for the companion who could not be relieved. And the grief for myself who has gone through hardships in the past. Also love the restrained soundtrack of this movie!
If you say that you are not free or die, but the reality is that sometimes you must live to be free one day!
The calm lens has a turbulent feeling!
Got a reflection, the tears are cheap, but I'm going to give this movie five stars.

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12 Years a Slave quotes

  • Ford: I believe Tibeats is skulkin' about the premises somewhere. He wants you dead, and he will attempt to have you so. It's no longer safe for you here. And I don't believe you will remain passive if Tibeats attacks. I have transferred my debt to Edwin Epps. He will take charge of you.

    Solomon Northup: Master Ford, you must know; I am not a slave.

    Ford: I cannot hear that.

    Solomon Northup: Before I came to you I was a free man.

    Ford: I am trying to save your life! And... I have a debt to be mindful of. That, now, is to Edwin Epps. He is a hard man. Prides himself on being a "nigger breaker." But truthfully I could find no others who would have you. You've made a reputation of yourself. Whatever your circumstances, you are an exceptional nigger, Platt. I fear no good will come of it.

  • Solomon Northup: [Solomon awakens Armsby in the middle of the night. He offers him a handful of coins] The proceeds of my fiddling performances. A few picayunes, but all I have in the world. I promise them to you if you will do me the favor I require. But I beg you not to expose me if you cannot grant the request.

    Armsby: What do you ask?

    Solomon Northup: First, your word, sir.

    Armsby: On my honor.

    Solomon Northup: It is a simple enough request. I ask only that you deposit a letter in the Marksville post office. And that you keep the action an inviolable secret forever. The details of the letter are of no consequence. Even at that, there would be an imposition of much pain and suffering were it known I was the author. A patron is what I require, sir.

    Armsby: Where is the letter now?

    Solomon Northup: It is not yet written. I will have it in a day. Two at most, my skill with composition as poor as it is.

    Armsby: I will do it. And will accept whatever payment is offered.