battle between pack animals

Yasmeen 2022-04-20 09:01:30

It was quite strange before I saw it, why an action-adventure blockbuster score is not high. After watching it, I found out that in fact, the film is just a "pretence" of an adventure film, and it is essentially a film about nature and human nature.
The battle between the human and the wolf is just an appearance. It seems to be a contest between two groups in nature. You eat me and I eat you, and it is no different. It is not much better for a man to eat a wolf than a wolf to eat a man. Everyone lives in this nature, and their status is no different. The male protagonist has the temperament of a tough guy. Even if his teammates don't cooperate, he still exudes a strong aura. There are several bridge sections that are really thrilling, such as the cliff jumping section. The characters are very different, but because of the tone of the main theme, the film is extremely depressing. After watching it, I immediately felt a sense of how life is so small.
The movie is actually good, but I don't like it. The lengthy credits for the end credits also serve only to highlight the film's final open shot. There is no winner between man and wolf.

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Extended Reading
  • Kamryn 2022-03-23 09:01:35

    There is no man-wolf war at all, and there is hardly any tension between you chasing me and fleeing.

  • Colleen 2022-03-22 09:01:31

    The tension is good, the uncle is working too hard. The plot is alright, but a little rough.

The Grey quotes

  • Hendrick: Is that it? You're just gonna sit there? Is that what you want?

    Diaz: Yeah.

    Hendrick: After what we survived?

    Diaz: That's exactly why. What I got waiting for me back there? I'm gonna sit on a drill all day. Get drunk all night. That's my life. Turn around and look at that.

    [mountains]

    Diaz: I feel like that's all for me. How do I beat that. When will it ever be better? I can't explain it.

  • Ottway: My dad was not without love... but a cliched Irish motherfucker when he wanted to be. Drinker, brawler, all that stuff. Never shed a tear. Saw weakness everywhere. But he had this thing for poems... poetry. Reading them, quoting them. Probably thought it rounded him off, you know. His way of apologizing, I guess. And there was one that hung over the desk in his den. It was only when I was a lot older, I realized he had written it. It was untitled, four lines. I read it at his funeral. "Once more into the fray. Into the last good fight I'll ever know. Live and die on this day. Live and die on this day."