The language of the films in the 1950s was completely different from now, and it seemed all kinds of incompatibility... Simple lines, rich expressions and exaggerated body language. The wandering artist Zangba Nuo is like a big dog. When he wants to express something, he can only bark. The ending is the climax of the movie, the emotional flashpoint. The wandering artist who was drunk into a pool of mud in the middle of the night returned to the same beach as the beginning of the movie, thinking of the girl he used to be, thinking of his paranoia and pride, thinking of the vast road, lonely and numb waiting for death, kneeling and crying, the camera zoomed out, Finally freeze to the black and cold ocean.
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