"Deer Hunter" after life and death, the survivors still have to live strong

Gussie 2022-04-19 09:01:18

I watched this film off and on, and I was out of town for the past two days.

The film is very long, but it can basically be divided into three parts: the first part is the life of Nick, Stephen and Michael in the small town; the second part is the Vietnam War, when the three were captured and suffered brutally in a prisoner of war camp. The death game was devastated. Under Michael's plan, the three of them escaped successfully; the third paragraph is the life of the three of them after escaping. As a result, the lives of the three of them were completely changed, and the three of them changed from deer hunters to hunted deer.

Small town youth Nick, Stephen and Michael are three happy and carefree young people. They also have a group of friends and girls they like. I drink when I am happy, and I drink when I am unhappy. Although there are occasional disagreements, most of the time I am very happy. The three were drafted into the army. On the eve of their departure, Stephen married his beloved girl Angela, and people warmly helped them hold the wedding. Both Michael and Nick like Mary, but Mary clearly prefers Nick, and Nick confesses to Mary. Nick and Mary agreed to marry when Nick came back from Vietnam.

In the brutal Vietnam, the three fought bravely, but they were no match for the enemy's sneak attack. All three were locked in a water prison. Soldiers in Vietnam play the game of death, which is the kind of gun that puts a bullet in the gun, and then two people each take turns shooting. If you are lucky, you will live, if you are not lucky, you will die. The soldiers bought and left to gamble. Under the threat of death, Stephen has become a little delirious, and Nick is also very scared. Michael forced himself to calm down and searched for a way out. When Michael and Nick became the chips in the game, Michael proposed to increase to 3 bullets. He discussed it with Nick in private, and waited for his signal. Once they were about to act, Nick would cooperate with him. After one round, neither of them died, so Michael took the opportunity to kill the soldiers in the room, and Nick did not hesitate, and the two rescued Stephen. Nick was traumatized, Stephen lost his legs, and Michael returned home.

The three experienced the baptism of death from the Vietnam War. Stephen became disabled and could only live in a nursing home, unable to take care of his wife Angela and children. However, Stephen has been receiving US dollars from Saigon, Vietnam, and quite a few. When Michael saw these, he immediately concluded that Nick was still in Saigon, Vietnam, and was making money from the previous death game. Michael found Nick, but Nick never came back. Michael and Nick play another death game, and Nick dies. Michael is back in town again.

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The Deer Hunter quotes

  • Stan: Where the hell's my boots? Anybody seen my boots? Somebody took my boots. I bought 'em special. All right. All right, you guys. Whoever took my boots, I want 'em back.

    Axel: I got a boot for you, Stan, right up your ass.

    [jokingly throws a kick near his rear to which he responds by playfully pointing his gun at him]

    Axel: Hey, Mike. Hey, Mike, let me borrow your spares, huh? Your extra pair?

    Michael: No, Stan.

    Stan: [taken aback] No? What do you mean, "No?"

    Michael: Just what I said. No. "No" means no.

    Stan: [getting upset] Some fuckin' friend. You're some fuckin' friend, you know that?

    Michael: You gotta learn, Stanley. Every time you come up here, you got your goddamn head up your ass.

    Axel: Maybe he likes the view from up there, huh?

    [the group laughs at him]

    Michael: Every time he comes up, he's got no knife, he's got no jacket, he's got no pants, he's got no boots. All he's got is that stupid gun he carries around like John Wayne. That ain't gonna help ya.

    Axel: Oh, what the hell, Mike. Give him the boots.

    Michael: No way. I ain't giving him no boots no more. No more. That's it.

    Stan: You're a fuckin' bastard, you know that? Huh?

    Michael: [holds up a live round] Stanley, see this? This is this. This ain't somethin' else. This is *this.* From now on, you're on your own.

    Stan: [appalled, angry] I fixed you up a million times!

    [to the group]

    Stan: I fixed him up a million times! I don't know how many times I must have fixed him up with girls! And nothin' ever happens! Zero! Hey, you know your trouble, Mike? Huh? Nobody ever knows what the fuck you're talking about. Huh? "This is this!" What the hell is that supposed to mean? "This is this!" I mean, is that some faggot-sounding bullshit or is that some faggot-sounding bullshit?

    Nick: Shut up, Stan, will ya?

    [Stan shoves him]

    Nick: Hey, man, you're outta line.

    Michael: Watch out with that gun, Stan.

    [more strictly]

    Michael: Watch out with the gun.

    Stan: [yelling] There's times - do you know what I think? There's times I swear I think you're a fuckin' faggot!

    John: Hey! Come on, you guys!

    [Michael smirks in amusement]

    Stan: Last week - last week, he could've had that new redheaded waitress down at the Bowladrome. He could've had it knocked and look what he did. Look what he fuckin' did. Nothin', that's what.

    John: Shut up, Stan. Huh? Would ya SHUT UP? Just shut up. Just take - take Michael's goddamn boots and SHUT UP!

    [takes the laced boots and places them on Stan's shoulder]

    John: Otherwise, I'm goin' home!

    Michael: [Stan starts to walk away with Mike's boots] Hey, Stosh.

    [Stan turns to look at him]

    Michael: I said, "No."

    Stan: What, are you gonna shoot me? Huh? Here...

    [opens a gap in his shirt to make a target for him, Mike just stands there staring at him; knowing this will go nowhere, Stan takes the boots and throws them aggressively at Mike, walking away]

    Nick: [walks over, picks up the boots, says to Mike:] What's the matter with you?

    [walks over to Stan]

    Nick: Stan.

    [gives him back the boots]

    Axel: [Mike puts the live round into his rifle, takes aim and vents his anger by firing it out into the woods, then looks at the group to see their bewildered reactions]

  • Bandleader: Angela and Steven, if you don't spill a drop, it's good luck for the rest of your life.

    [Steven and Angela drink from conjoined goblets, and a few drops spill on Angela]