The ingeniousness of the story, the changes in the plot, and the shaping of the characters are all so worthy of taste. What is even more fascinating is the director's special approach to the movie scenes. Every scene is like photography, gorgeous, bright, and frozen. The vast desert, the slow-motion black-and-white scene at the beginning of the movie, and the flowing river are very impressive. Blood, the color is so gorgeous, the blood-stained satin is dozens of meters high, towering into the clouds. The director's grasp of these scenes is perfect. The swirling brides and dancers make people slightly dizzy, Alexander the Great and his guards in the desert, the golden boundless desert, makes people fascinated and desperate at the same time. The only disappointment for the princess who got out of the carriage was that it was actually a nurse. . Let people lose the space for reverie.
It's hard to believe that a man who wants to die can tell such a beautiful story. The epic is no longer dark and majestic, but also so magnificent, with a little humor and a little poignant. Those who died for revenge did not have any unwillingness or sorrow before their death, and their faces were full of satisfied and relieved smiles. Only the masked man who was alive continued to suffer. Suicidal pain.
I don't quite understand whether the final outlook on life of the male protagonist has really changed? Are many of the last shots played by Chaplin? To say he still lives with hope? Still persevering in the challenge of dangerous moves? Is it a disdain for life? Or respect?
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