The performance is cruel, the basic quality of a war movie

Izaiah 2022-04-19 09:01:30

A good movie depends on whether its protagonist has a halo.

A good war movie depends on whether it is cruel or not.

A child who grew up shepherds did not even have a gun when he first went to the battlefield. He was regarded as a wall of meat by the sirs. He was praised for "giving the soldiers a hope" for political reasons. In war, people are not great and brilliant individuals. It is the "price" of being paid at all costs, and those officers are always special cases, enjoying other powers, "you and I are born with other talents".

The theme focuses on the close-up of snipers, cautiously walking on thin ice, confronting each other, and suddenly headshots. War is no longer a grand scene, nor is it a passionate melody. War is either to be killed by the enemy forward, or to be killed by yourself backward. of people killed.

A good war movie is cruel, not because of the geometric aesthetic effect of bombers flying in rows, majestic and gorgeous mushroom clouds, and the excitement of going to the battlefield is not majestic like going to a relative.

Soul line "In this world, even in the Soviet Union, there will always be rich and poor, some with high talent, some with low talent, those with deep blessings, and those with shallow blessings."

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  • Okey 2022-03-23 09:01:29

    Obviously I have seen this movie. Vasily, the handsome Vasily, and the full-fledged Vasily, lie in a private pile shortly after the beginning of the movie. The accuracy and speed of shooting German officers is very good.

  • Sincere 2022-03-14 14:12:22

    The scenes of the sniping are a bit attractive, in fact...it's not worth watching them all...sex is cool!

Enemy at the Gates quotes

  • Vassili Zaitsev: [Vassili sees his own picture while reading the Red Army newspaper as it is coming off the press] That's me.

    [he reads the caption]

    Vassili Zaitsev: "Vassili Zaitsev." That's me!

    Danilov: No, you're not dreaming! It's your name! We made the front page! They haven't changed a word! Do you have any idea what this means? It's not the back page. It's not the second page. It's the front page.

    DanilovVassili Zaitsev: [together] The front page!

    Danilov: They're going to reprint our article everywhere, in the Caucasus, in the Crimea... even in the Urals!

    [he laughs]

    Danilov: Tomorrow morning, Stalin himself will be sitting over breakfast, reading my words, memorizing your name. We're famous, Vassili. Khrushchev loved the article. He's promoted me to the General Staff... and you... to sniper division.

    Vassili Zaitsev: Well, that's good.

    Danilov: It's *very* good.

    Vassili Zaitsev: It's very good. It's great.

    Danilov: It's *very* great!

    Vassili Zaitsev: It's great!

    Danilov: It's great!

    Vassili Zaitsev: It's great!

    Danilov: For *both* of us, because we did it together.

    [Vassili laughs]

    Danilov: Together. Although, admittedly, I did all the hard work.

    Vassili Zaitsev: Oh, yeah?

    [he pushes Danilov playfully, then chases him around some desks]

    Danilov: You know, you're very lucky I can't fight back.

    Vassili Zaitsev: Why's that?

    Danilov: Because Khrushchev told me to make sure that nothing happens to you! You're too important!

    Vassili Zaitsev: I'm too valuable!

    [he keeps hitting Danilov playfully]

    Danilov: Yes! Careful of my - careful of my glasses, please. They're new.

    Vassili Zaitsev: [Vassili gives Danilov a salute and a smile] Sorry, sir.

    Danilov: [Danilov slaps Vassili playfully] I'm sorr -

    [they start laughing and wrestling around]

    Danilov: I'm famous!

    Vassili Zaitsev: *I'm* famous!

    Danilov: *We're* famous!

    Vassili Zaitsev: *I'm* famous!

    Danilov: We're famous!

    Vassili Zaitsev: We're famous!

  • [first lines]

    Grandfather: [whispering to boy aiming rifle] I am a stone. I do not move. Very slowly, I put snow in my mouth. Then he won't see my breath. I take my time. I let him come closer. I have only one bullet. I aim at his eye. Very gently, my finger presses on the trigger. I do not tremble. I have no fear. I'm a big boy now. Ready Vassili? Now, Vassili, fire!