Dying

Nels 2022-01-06 08:02:19

Masters
We pulled our hands now homeless
let the sun heat roast our vanity and our false
masters
we go home with your back to the side of al-rick talk about poetry and long forgotten ideals
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news I saw a few days ago said that he was killed in a car accident on his way home after participating in the Shanghai International Film Festival exhibition. The news was released on April Fool's Day. My first reaction was that the news was a prank, but there was an unknown premonition in my subconscious that enveloped me. After searching for relevant information on the Internet, it was finally confirmed that this information was true.

My life does not have any intersection with this person. The only thing I have is that I have been used to going to his blog for many years to read film reviews written by him. He said he was recognized by an independent film critic, which is more pertinent. Compared to film critics who know loud accusations and swearing when picking up a pen or typing on a keyboard, his writing is consistent, sober, and humanistic care that is rare among critics.

I love his articles that analyze movies from the perspective of women, and give a weak cry for women who are disadvantaged in the real society with strict institutions. It was these words with moist breath that touched me. A man, who can step down from the high-end of patriarchy, is not easy to pick up the female lens, not to mention that he still removes his male identity in the text. , Even slightly flogged it.

The text is low-key, but warm. People are low-key, but soft. He embodies the talent of an artist and the profoundness of a thinker. He has a pair of melancholy eyes that understand the world, with a trace of disappointment in the grim reality but a tireless perseverance to give up. He is a man with a warm chest, tolerant of everything.

This song is the last "Dying" ever used on his blog. I listened to it repeatedly and felt the sound of nothingness hitting life. Dying, what I didn't expect was that this seemed to be a slogan. Could it be that the limit is lowered, and the person becomes psychic. The car collided with a "bang" and a life disappeared. What we saw in our dilated pupils was the despair and silence of the world.

During this period of time, I still go to his blog habitually. I always wonder if there will be a sudden update someday, telling us: I am still alive in this world, and I am trying to recover. I know this is just my reluctance to give up such a noble life. The blog is still the same, not long ago film reviews and previous film reviews like grapes on the vine, still shining rustic and familiar luster. There is a lot of tranquility here, so peaceful, as if nothing has happened, it seems that you will still look forward to seeing the usual updates when you open it tomorrow. Only the few words left by netizens gently dragged me into the sad news of reality. Not much words, I think, maybe they are just like me, they don't know what to say.

Good journey, kavkalu.

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Extended Reading
  • Gracie 2022-03-27 09:01:13

    This is the first time I've clearly felt that a film should be made longer rather than shorter; there's a Bridge on the River Kwai-esque unresolvable conflict in it, just the opposite of the Bridge on the River Kwai

  • Madalyn 2022-01-06 08:02:19

    Preferential concentration camp counterfeit banknote factory

The Counterfeiters quotes

  • Salomon 'Sally' Sorowitsch: Ich bin ich. Die anderen sind die anderen.

    [I'm myself. Everyone else is everyone else]

  • Salomon 'Sally' Sorowitsch: Only by surviving, we can defeat them.