The Cranes Are Flying Comments

Kiera 2022-03-26 09:01:12

A product of a particular period, symbolism has transcended practical value. It can be clearly seen that the creations of the thaw period still have a strong taste of traditional socialist realism: typical character settings, strong dramatic conflicts, and not a few moral teachings. The film is blunt in its connection, and it may be suitable for stage performance. A few shots are very modern and quite...

Emery 2022-03-26 09:01:12

Stunning sports long shots, parting and reunion before and after the war, women against the current, searching in chaos. Individual video attempts (stairs, swamps, swamps) seem to return to Eisenstein's avant-garde explorations, derivation of the unique poetic attributes of the Soviet Union. Indoor photography tends to be multi-layered, with a large depth of field, shadows, and a preference for close-up faces, a bit like Citizen Kane. Kalatozov writes poetry with war and...

Brice 2022-03-26 09:01:12

Collection of Russian Films Exhibition @INDIGANG. After watching "I Am Cuba" first, the photography of this film is not so amazing. But at the beginning, the male protagonist climbs the spiral staircase with vigor and vitality, the birch forest hovering from a subjective perspective at the time of sacrifice, a montage of overlapping memories and imaginations; the high-speed movement of the female protagonist running long shots, bombing nights and hallucinations are still worthy of suicide....

Jerrod 2022-03-26 09:01:12

The ingenious use of the camera lens is even admired by laymen. Although the performance style in 1957 cannot be too high, I still can't get too much inspiration from...

Lionel 2022-03-26 09:01:12

The long shots in the crowd before and after are used extremely well, the overlapping subjective shots are the finishing touch, and the bells on the roof after the bombing and the piano music in the artillery fire are also extremely delicate. I don't want to say more about ideology, but wouldn't it be better to stop at the end of the heroine holding flowers and crying in the crowd? / Russian Masters Exhibition...

Ludwig 2022-03-26 09:01:12

The photography is very good, the light spot in the love paragraph is extraordinarily warm, and the bombardment of the heroine's transformation also brings out the inner agitation, and the lighting in the rear life gradually becomes dull and routine. In addition, the tone provided by the film version is really beautiful. The most praiseworthy of the film should be those rhythmically combined action scenes with mise-en-scene. It's just that the last sermon is very unpleasant. It would be nice if...

Vivianne 2022-03-26 09:01:12

A cold knowledge: In this 96-minute classic love movie, Veronica slapped Mark 27 times in...

Colten 2022-03-25 09:01:19

Many times, our lives are like silent black and white clips in a movie. The camera cuts past us one by one, then turns around and cuts back again. No dialogue, no lines. We appear silently in those scenes covered by silence. Those lens language with deja vu, sometimes like the heaviest slap in the face, slapped hard in the face. Sometimes like the most attractive sunlight, lightly sprinkled on the chest. That kind of bitter cold, that kind of self-righteousness that criticizes us. That kind of...

Vicky 2022-03-25 09:01:19

Many times, our lives are like silent black and white clips in a movie. The camera cuts past us one by one, then turns around and cuts back again. No dialogue, no lines. We appear silently in those scenes covered by silence. Those lens language with deja vu, sometimes like the heaviest slap in the face, slapped hard in the face. Sometimes like the most attractive sunlight, lightly sprinkled on the chest. That kind of bitter cold, that kind of self-righteousness that criticizes us. That kind of...

Demetrius 2022-03-25 09:01:19

Many times, our lives are like silent black and white clips in a movie. The camera cuts past us one by one, then turns around and cuts back again. No dialogue, no lines. We appear silently in those scenes covered by silence. Those lens language with deja vu, sometimes like the heaviest slap in the face, slapped hard in the face. Sometimes like the most attractive sunlight, lightly sprinkled on the chest. That kind of bitter cold, that kind of self-righteousness that criticizes us. That kind of...