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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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Maiya 2022-04-21 09:03:46
4.0.1. Fellini's most should not be neglected film, the archives did not select this film in this round of film festival, which is not complete and quite regrettable. 2. In ancient Rome, compared to the beauty and plumpness of Tinto Barras, Fellini presents lewd, explicit and dirty, which is the concentrated expression of the director's long-standing circus complex. 3. The first hobo novel in the history of European literature (not "The Little Leap", but the earlier "Satilicon"), and the plot is incomplete, it is too suitable for Fellini's unrestrained expressiveness, no wonder he said Shoot it like a sci-fi movie. 4. Promiscuous male prostitutes, extravagant feasts, romantic widows, freed slaves and suicides are shocking and eye-opening.
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Kassandra 2022-04-22 07:01:55
Watching this kind of movie is actually very cool, because it is completely beyond my knowledge, and I cannot make any predictions. I just need to fully immerse myself in this obscene and treacherous mythical world created by the director. It's a bit unbelievable that this film has such a low rating. Just the plot of the duel is enough to make the film history gods.
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