Are there any good or bad heroes? I think maybe just like a beautiful woman who doesn't know she is beautiful is extraordinarily precious, a hero who doesn't want to be a hero is extraordinarily reliable. You don't do the great thing, you do the right thing. Before getting caught up in the tide of history, the male protagonist was drinking and debating whether it was one accident or five when a car hit five motorcycles; After entering the tide of history, the male protagonist is still drinking and debating whether a spy can be replaced with one or two prisoners. I like this kind of tune, this shit just happened to me, I can’t escape, I can’t push it, so I have to continue to be an upright and brave person, and I will become a hero.
There are many such people. For example , this , this , this , this , this , and this . Of course, these examples are not exactly the same and may not necessarily be suitable. It seems that there are many different levels; in fact, the meanings of the two parts before and after this film are also different. But one of the things that fascinates me is that it seems that because of the existence and respect of the rules (more precisely, the constitution), ordinary "things" have the potential to involuntarily change the world and history. Even when I heard about this , I also thought about it for a while. But in fact, the insignificance and cannon fodder of the little people in history is another theme of the film. When it comes to this, I think of the bloodless expressions on the faces of the American soldiers who were announced to be selected in the film. The comparison between heroes and cannon fodder shows the importance of rules (constitution).
No one is an island.
“First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out —
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me." The
male protagonist is exactly the "me" in this poem. reverse side.
Finally, the male protagonist came home and felt that the ending was very Argo-like. However, the male protagonist's name was mentioned in the news. I was a little disappointed at first. Later, I felt that it was another layer of contrived intention to be anonymous. Besides, it was adapted by a real person after all. Tongue saved so many Cubans.
And when the crooked nose agent of the CIA first asked the male lead to inquire about the conversation between him as a lawyer and a spy, it seemed to echo the current discussion on privacy. What Hanks said in a deep nasal voice was a slap in the face of NSA piapia.
Of course, the most outstanding character is Mr. Soviet Spy. Various settings are fun. It's so cute that it's reasonable to interpret all of this as love. The last painting you sent, the person standing, and what happened when someone asked why you were not afraid, he always said would that help?
Needless to say, the skillful use of film language can be seen everywhere in the film. The light emitted in the film is the taste of the fifties and sixties. In terms of details, for example, the male protagonist saw the person who climbed the wall being sniped on the train from East Berlin to West Berlin, and then finally returned to New York safely and took the daily train back to work to see the children in the surrounding residential areas playing happily. Also over the wall. When the first picture appeared, as an audience, I was quite indifferent, because isn't this a "common" historical picture? But the reaction of the male protagonist and other humans in the car made me have to think about the absurdity and shock of this scene, so that when I saw the second over-the-wall scene, it was shocking. The connection to today's tragedy in Paris is yet another unfortunate contrast. Another example is that in the end, everyone standing on the bridge left the scene, leaving the male protagonist alone, and then all the headlights went out, announcing the fall of the giant stage curtain, and the protagonist's halo was maximized. On the plane, the male protagonist sat next to the pilot, and two beams of light of equal brightness hit each of them, with different expressions and moods, and different future fates waiting for them. The protagonist here is no longer the protagonist, and the life and sorrows and joys of a single person are only small footnotes to the great drama of history.
Well, all in all, I think it's still a good movie if the audience can resist some cutscenes and rhetoric that make the central idea too explicit.
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