Chinese name "Death is coming"

In 2007

National Poland

Category literature film

Language polishing

Subtitle English

The length of the film is 103 minutes.

Director: Dorota Kedzierzawska dorota-Kengyel zavos Card

Screenwriter: Dorota Kedzierzawska dorota-Kengyel zavos Card

Starring: Danuta Szaflarska danuta-Sa Falska-Anila

Son of Krzysztof Globisz Krzysztof-Globi-Anila.

Patrycja szewczyk, granddaughter of Patrica-sefcik-Aniela.

Kamil Bitao Kamil-Bi Tao-Dostoevsky

agnieszka Podsiadlik Agnizka-Podes Adrika-Girl

Peter Zia Chivitz Trebach

Marta Valdera-Anila's daughter-in-law

Kay Schon Haas-Anila's neighbor

Awards:

Audience Award, Best Actress, Best Voice and Film Critics Award at the 2007 Polish Film Festival.

2007 Polish Film Festival, Poland. Audience award, best actress,

Best sound, critic award

It may be because I don't often watch this kind of movies, so I feel deeply. This is a good movie.

I am a lazy person, and I don't want to do film reviews or anything like that. I just guess and watch, but I only know the general meaning, so I chose a few comments from netizens:

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One day, life will lose its flashy appearance to each of us, leaving only the most essential and core things, such as death, aging, disillusionment, life, loneliness and love. It doesn't matter whether you once dominated the world and fell in love with the country, whether you are ordinary, gorgeous and beautiful, and whether you are quiet and safe.

Everyone comes with loneliness and goes with loneliness.

Death is coming, and I know it will be my favorite movie. If I am not mistaken, this is a story about a man who is too old to be old, waiting quietly for death. If I am not mistaken, it should be silent and slow. If I guess correctly, it doesn't have too complicated plot to please the superficial impression of the audience. If I guess correctly, there should be something fresh, bright and beautiful about "life" in it. If I guess correctly, it will have some beautiful, swaying and nostalgic light and shadow fragments.

When I sat down, it had been a few minutes. Black and white photos. Silent old house. The old lady sat alone at the window drinking. A small cup, she took a sip slowly, and chatted with the only creature in front of her-a dog-Ferra. Sure enough, as I guessed.

Do you know how old she is? A face full of silver hair and ravines, shaking hands holding wine, shriveled and emaciated, covered with age spots. "With silver hair and snow." I know that if I feel pity instead of thinking. Then I'm not good. Besides, who should pity who? You and I, and he, all of us, will have this day.

Old people, old dogs, old wine, empty rooms, single-family houses. All her life is in this empty house. Including memories, partners, relatives, property. Life is like this. It used to increase, but later it just decreased. Walking, a lot of things are scattered, only these are left. No one can be better than anyone else.

This relatively closed little world is separated by a window by a life that has nothing to do with her. An overbearing rich man, a children's music club. They don't intersect. The old lady usually plays the role of a bystander to her two groups of close neighbors. Sometimes the old lady will pick up binoculars and silently observe the two only neighbors. Curse, or laugh happily

Judging from the film alone, this is an extremely clever and wise old lady. Has a valuable intellectual temperament and noble character. It may not be kind and amiable, but there is no lack of transparency and humor between words. For example, she handed the wine to the dog Ferra and said, "That's why we hit it off." . For example, her conversation with the little boy Dostoevsky.

Pascal said: "We have formed our spirit and feelings because of communication, but we have also ruined our spirit and feelings because of communication." This sentence is great. People's loneliness will never have a way out. But people's happiness is still inseparable from sharing and collision. In an environment that can bring value recognition, people will feel less lonely. In this sense, the old lady is very lonely.

There must be something to make an exit, so that a person's loneliness can be moderately and slightly saved. The first half of the old lady was full of loneliness and loneliness. This loneliness is powerful, but not desperate. With memories of the good past, it even means peace and enjoyment. But she still hopes to make up for the powerful nothingness brought by Waiting for Death by taking her family as an outlet.

At this time, the old lady's only listener is a dog. I think dogs have metaphors. This dog belongs to aphasia. If a dog has an independent mind, it will think, which may be another thing that can't communicate. The loyal and docile nature of dogs soothes people's loneliness. It is the lack of dog's thought and language that makes it possible for dogs to comfort loneliness. Of course, in this sense, there is some despair.

The incommunicability of the family camp represented by sons and granddaughters is a proof that Pascal's sentence is even sadder. Especially the granddaughter. The contrast between the little girl and the old lady is wonderful. There are at least three of the seven deadly sins committed by the little girl, gluttony, greed and anger. When the little actor is greedy, he looks fat and big. Of course, this analysis is a bit vicious. After all, he is a child. But none of this can eliminate the audience's worries about the life of this little girl who only knows how to eat and take. I think many viewers will feel the same way. It is better to be a dying grandmother with a noble and quiet soul than to be such a hopeless little girl except a young girl. I'm afraid the old lady already thinks so: it's better to expect a little girl than a dog.

The old lady's life is most concerned about family ties. It is this only son that has caused the heaviest blow to the old lady. This guy almost regarded the old lady as a treasure house and sold it to the coveted rich behind her back. This is nothing. Fatally, the son's words made his mother who loved him very disgusted. Being abandoned by the person you care about most in this world is enough to make anyone feel disillusioned, not to mention this person or a son who has been deeply influenced by her and has been concerned for decades. So the old lady in despair, moved the idea of suicide.

"At that time, I saw you, the dead leaves were still there, facing the cold, the birds were singing, you saw dusk, the sunset faded, bit by bit, and was taken away by the night. Death is another self, buried deep in the bottom, you will understand. Your love will be stronger and deeper, but it will be forgotten for a long time. "

I saw the twilight coming early one day, the curtains fluttering slowly, lying in bed trying to give myself to the dead, as sad and quiet as the deep sea.

But in the end, the tenacity of life is to overcome the disillusionment of life. Perhaps it is not only the old lady who has suffered a fatal blow, but also people's life is playing and struggling in disillusionment and tenacity. Every time I give up, life falls into darkness. Every time there is persistence, the road will regain its light. What is more powerful than life itself and more worthy of persistence and applause?

The old lady finally understood this truth and jumped out of bed. With the strength after recovery, with the loneliness that still follows. Let the last days be beautiful.

Halfway through the movie.

The old lady gingerly took food for herself, made a cup of tea, and then took them upstairs. Occasionally open the window, pick up the telescope and look at the children singing and dancing in the children's music club opposite.

I am smiling. I like it.

I like this big house and the garden inside very much.

Yes, I really want to live like this. Want many books. Some wine. Maybe you need a dog, maybe you don't. I don't need crowds, I need a computer. There must be a network. You can be old, you can be very old, but don't be old enough to become a burden to the world, to your loved ones and to yourself.

So quiet.

The proud old lady did a beautiful thing at last. She refused her son's phone call. It's a refusal, not a scolding. If your heart is dead, it's totally useless to use knife-like language. Then I ran to the children's music club with trepidation, donated my house to them for free, and of course, left a pile of jewelry to repair the house. Smart people usually do good things first. You see, she didn't say to give it to the house, but even left the decoration fee.

When the film came here, because of loneliness and being abandoned by the closest relatives, the old lady's behavior broke through the blood ethics and went to the real independent choice. How transparent and chic is it?

All this seems to be very satisfactory. Maybe it's time to break up. The naughty boy carefully brewed tea downstairs and then happily served it to the old lady. This cup of tea held by a young life full of hope and future is so hot. This reminds people of the time when the old lady made great efforts to carry that cup of tea upstairs every day, and when she came back, she was shivering with cold.

Hot tea is still hot, like a little boy's youth.

Irrelevant teenagers, with strange and close care and warmth, saw the old lady's life pass by through an unopened door.

The little guy is crying outside the door.

I sigh, too.

It's almost over.

The old lady's life and this movie.