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Monica 2022-03-13 08:01:01
Yes, love is a myth
From the forty-fifth minute onwards, the film tells the story of an Ephesian woman: there was once a young and beautiful woman who was very virtuous and virtuous. She was accidentally widowed, and according to Greek custom, her husband's body was placed in a crypt. But the chaste widow did not want...
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Vivianne 2022-03-13 08:01:01
Fragments of History and Nightmare of Modern Man: Comments on Fellini's "Myth of Love"
What is a "love myth"?
The title of the film, if translated literally, would be "Satilicon of Fellini". The two Latin names spelled together are always confusing. So before that, it is necessary to introduce what "Satilikon" is sacred.
To put it simply, Satyricon is a novel from the Roman Empire. But...
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Grady 2022-04-23 07:05:21
Great directors always do what they want...
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Elyssa 2022-03-27 09:01:21
There is no He Baorong remix of "Mulholland Drive" in "Happy Spring", the ancient Roman version of "Mulholland Drive", others are "Dream Flu", this film is "Dream Impotence". After I vaguely caught some information while watching it, I felt that "goodbye to my ex" is a proposition from ancient times to the present, but it really requires a lot of execution and ability to convert a simple psychological activity into an "alternative historical story" full of images. The "obsessed" that seemed to have left the stage in the middle, transformed into a variety of new lights in the second half, like a witch figure in front of the fire, strangely radiant. Finally, through the death of the rival and the care of the mother goddess, he regained his ability to love his lover, which became a new way of interpreting the works of the same name in later generations. 4.5 returns to 5.
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Eumolpo: I leave you poetry. I leave you the seasons, especially spring and summer. I leave you the wind, the sun. I leave you the sea, the good sea. The earth is good, too. The mountains, streams, and rivers. And the big clouds that move by solemn and light. You'll look at them and maybe remember our brief friendship. And I leave you the trees and their agile inhabitants. Love, tears, joy, stars, Encolpius. I leave you sounds, songs, noises. The voice of man, which is the most harmonious of music. I leave you.
