it was a different era and a different body odor. . .
The first contact with "Annie Diary" was the recommendation of this book, but I didn't read it because of fate. However, the story still fascinated me. . .
The heroine, Annie Frank, is a teenage girl whose family lived in the attic for two years due to the killing of Jews by the Nazis, but was eventually discovered by the Nazis.
This afternoon, I stumbled across the 1959 version of "Annie's Diary", which is very different from the 2009 version of the movie I've seen before. I have always had an indescribable nostalgia for old black-and-white films, American films of the 1950s and 1960s, British films of the 1980s, French films of the 1990s, and Hong Kong films. Movies today are as impetuous as people today! The movie pays too much attention to the current impact of the big screen. For the pursuit of aesthetics and various special effects, perhaps these belong to the era of "technology" and "intelligence" where the soul is getting more and more faded out.
However, the two versions of the film Annie's Diary are each good in their own way. Different times, different feelings, different moods, different interpretations. Different stories give me different tastes.
On the surface, the 2009 movie seems to be more complete, from the initial decision, how to move into the attic, to the last they followed the Nazis out of the attic, to the complete abrupt end of this diary. It's just that the rhythm of modern movies is more focused on lens effects and details, so the richness of content is far less than the bbc version in 1959, not to mention the movie's understanding of the event itself and the times, and the display of the distorted tension of human nature after repression.
It is because of understanding that the bbc version of the movie depicts few Nazi scenes, and does not directly show cruelty and bloodshed; because of understanding, the bbc version of the movie shows the heroine from a lively and lively flower girl at the beginning, to the last eyes flashing free and Sad; just because of their understanding, their quarrels show not the short-form life quarrels in the 2009 version of the parents, but the different attitudes of human conflict, eruption, forbearance and depression, and what they see is that the suppressed personality begins to distort and even collapse.
I have to say that the 1959 version has a richer story, each person's character-building plot is richer, and the character of the cat adds a lot of weight to the plot. The thieves' several visits, each with strong drama and tension, are better than the 2009 version. The only thing I like about the 2009 version is the ending. A few minutes long shot of each person walking down the attic, each paragraph introducing each person's tragic end in the voice of an old British typewriter with subtitles. This long shot made enough tears for me, and it also lingers in my mind. . .
The 59-year-old version was discovered by the Nazis in a short period of time, and did not explain the final fate of his diary, nor did it show his despair and helplessness at the last moment, but Mr Frank seemed to know that everything could not be escaped, and he even condoned the sound to give The last luggage of his daughter and wife (which does not match the narrative diary), at that moment, there seems to be a kind of generous determination not to look back. . . Still understand. Because I understand, I can't bear it, I can't bear to reveal the cruelty; I can't bear it because I understand, I can't bear to express my despair; The screenwriter chose Mr Frank to return to his former residence, and briefly described everyone's ending, so calm, so plain, without a trace of sensationalism.
In the ending, those doves of hope hovered over the attic, and there is hope in life, accompanied by the sweet love that was strengthened and beautified by the 59-year version, accompanied by this dove of hope that reappeared, hoping to give people after the war more sunshine and happiness. Hope. . .
Because the times are too close, those scars are still there, and I can't bear to watch the scars hurt, so I choose to escape. The bbc version of the story is more memorable and less cruel. Just like the novels written by Ai Ling, they are all bloody and directly push away the human nature, the itching of the little lice, and the inferiority of the little characters in the novel are so profound in reality, but only for how much hatred, the hero and heroine use such vague methods, I can't bear it. Peeling off, because I have my own shadow, I can't bear it, so merciful, I don't love Ling. . . A lot of times, it's still too close to avoid those scars. In 2009, the screenwriters, directors and actors could no longer experience the pain of that era, so they could spare no effort to render the tragedy at the end.
An era has passed. It does not belong to that era, but is obsessed with the stories of that era. . .
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