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Verona 2022-11-20 09:19:42
The little boy, also called Alexander, has been searching for his relatives for generations. The mere snow swept away the police who were supposed to deal with the problem in an instant. The sudden appearance of wandering entertainers (a composite of characters from the era of the previous films, representing the war stage) is about to look for the pantheon, which evokes the sense of the times of the previous films. Children without national awareness ignore the flag and need to stop and not look sideways, and still pass through in an orderly manner. The scenery in the fog is all based on imagination. The Pantheon was rented out at a high price, but in the end it was still a sight of dilapidation among beekeepers. The two children observed different cities and crowds during the journey. Everyone was living hard, with a cold attitude and a foggy atmosphere. The children must learn to absorb hope before they can find their way forward. Women named Vera are all ill-fated, and this should be the director's way of remembering his sister who passed away. The truck driver is like the Spiro of the beekeeper, only more savage. Even if the brothers and sisters found the tree in the fog and reached their destination, the father was only a kind of dignity and sustenance, and the circus motorcycle boy they met on the road had already replaced the father's role.
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Kristin 2022-03-15 09:01:09
"No matter what, once the emotion is expressed openly and clearly, it will immediately have some false things, which becomes a joke and show off. Sincere people never express their emotions publicly, and the true emotions are always covered by a veil. Only. Hypocritical talents use emotions to show off, in order to show everyone how sensitive they are."
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Dereck 2022-03-14 14:12:29
The deepest sorrow, as if to smell the cold air in the early morning waking up during military training. The camera lingers far away, like a guardian who cannot be seen. The world is a huge machine, and everyone is wandering, even if they are well-dressed, they are still anxious.
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Orestis: Who am I? I'm a snail slithering away into nothingness... I don't know where I'm going. Once I thought I knew.
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Orestis: If I were to shout, who would hear me out of the armies of angels?