Somewhere in the remote region, the war ends. In the midst of ruined cities and houses in the streets, in rural hamlets, everywhere where people still live, are children who have lost their homes and parents. Abandoned, hungry, and in rags, defenseless and humiliated, they wander through the world. Hunger drives them. Little streams of orphans merge into a river which rushes forward and submerges everything in its path. The children do not know any feeling; they know only the world of their enemies. They fight, steal, struggle for a mouthful of food, and violence is merely a means to get it. A gang led by Cahoun finds a refuge in an abandoned castle and encounters an old composer who has voluntarily retired into solitude from a world of hatred, treason, and crime. How can they find a common ground, how can they become mutual friends? The castle becomes their hiding place but possibly it will also be their first home which they may organize and must defend. But even for this, the price will be very high.
To this simple story, the journalist, writer, poet, scriptwriter, movie director, and film theoretician Béla Balázs applied many years of experience. He and the director Géza Radványi created a work which opened a new postwar chapter in Hungarian film. Surprisingly, this film has not lost any of its impact over the years, especially on a profound philosophical level. That is to say, it is not merely a movie about war; it is not important in what location and in what period of time it takes place. It is a story outside of time about the joyless fate of children who pay dearly for the cruel war games of adults.
At the time it was premiered, the movie was enthusiastically received by the critics. The main roles were taken by streetwise boys of a children's group who created their roles improvisationally in close contact with a few professional actors, and in the children's acting their own fresh experience of war's turmoil appears to be reflected. At the same time, their performance fits admirably into the mosaic of a very complex movie language. Balázs's influence revealed itself, above all, in the introductory sequences: an air raid on an amusement park, seen in a montage of dramatic situations evoking the last spasms of war, where, undoubtedly, we discern the influence of classical Soviet cinematography. Shooting, the boy's escape, the locomotive's wheels, the shadows of soldiers with submachine guns, the sound of a whistle—the images are linked together in abrupt sequences in which varying shots and expressive sharp sounds are emphasized. A perfectly planned screenplay avoided all elements of sentimentality, time-worn stereotypes of wronged children, romanticism and cheap simplification. The authors succeeded in bridging the perilous dramatic abyss of the metamorphosis of a children's community. Their telling of the story (the scene of pillaging, the assault on the castle, etc) independently introduced some neorealist elements which, at that time, were being propagated in Italy by De Sica, Rossellini, and other film artists. The rebukes of contemporary critics, who called attention to "formalism for its own sake" have been forgotten. The masterly art of cameraman Barnabás Hegyi gives vitality to the poetic images. His angle shots of the children, his composition of scenes in the castle interior, are a living document of the times, and underline the atmosphere and the characters of the protagonists. The success of the picture was also enhanced by the musical art of composer Dénes Buday who, in tense situations, inserted the theme of the Marseilaise into the movie's structure, as a motive of community unification, as an expression of friendship and the possibility of understanding.
Valahol Europaban is the first significant postwar Hungarian film. It originated in a relaxed atmosphere, replete with joy and euphoria, and it includes these elements in order to demonstrate the strength of humanism, tolerance, and friendship. It represents a general condemnation of war anywhere in the world, in any form.
感觉没有评论说得那么糟啊。该有的东西都点到了，然而点的手艺有点笨拙，几乎全部都是靠念白。但有一个镜头我还是觉得有那么点意思：休叔从那个有钱的疯女人的豪宅出来时，花园里两列对称的喷泉，还有灌溉花园的喷淋系统的特写，像枪一样“哒哒哒”的喷水。穷人不得不生活在水深火热中(真.水深)，而富人筑堤把海浪推向穷人，“水”在他们的世界里，只是庄园的喷泉。可惜电影中这样的镜头语言太少。
就这？呵呵。收起那一遍遍重复的文艺腔独白吧，老土幼稚！
故事不复杂，用科幻的外衣，末世的环境，文艺综合商业的手法讲述，投影搭配音响的观影体验很不错，虽然故事不够严谨，但是演员的表演加分，果然经历了岁月的人更有魅力呀🥰，最后，如果没有了记忆，人活着还有什么意义？
这个机器谁发明创造的，应该不是金刚狼吧，为什么不自己用给金刚狼用，如果是买的那么他那里买的别人可以买到吗，看着看着突然冒出来个吴彦祖，但是自从吴彦祖死了之后，我都看不懂剧情在讲啥了
Teen age级别的剧本，Intern级别的导演，Light user级别的文案。全靠卡司、特效和设定支撑起来的弱智悬疑。世界观如此之恢宏，故事格局如此之狭隘。叙事荒谬，节奏像个装了起搏器的濒死老头儿一样看着都让人胸闷（天呐我到底看了个啥）...
3.5 stars, but too dark, and something did not quite come together
两人打斗后，毁容男手被钢琴夹住，沉入地板下↓，一抹阳光照射，摄影简直太强了，水下名场面！
怎么说呢？确实很迷，节奏奇怪。但算是讲了一个完整爱情故事。
前面氛围营造的很好，后半段剧情拉胯，虎头蛇尾
Teen age级别的剧本，Intern级别的导演，Light user级别的文案。全靠卡司、特效和设定支撑起来的弱智悬疑。世界观如此之恢宏，故事格局如此之狭隘。叙事荒谬，节奏像个装了起搏器的濒死老头儿一样看着都让人胸闷（天呐我到底看了个啥）...
所以情话不要说一样的，就像定情信物也不要老送同一款，简直翻车必备。
地产商偷情，私生子落难白板房
不科幻也不悬疑、早知道是讲爱情故事的绝不点开...典型的无可救药浪漫主义女导演拍的东西。场景虽是借了
尤丽狄斯终究回荡在梦池之中 夜莺稀碎的记忆是无可取代的孤本
视效不错，一切都很好看，人、光线、场景；剧情极度老套cliche，不过吴彦祖还挺好玩的
终于不用在金刚狼的记忆里唱Never Enough了。
诺兰弟妻子自编自导，拍的很柔情。世界观设定独特结构工整，摄影分镜和配乐太赞啦。丽贝卡歌喉真不错，狼叔旁白有磁性。西部世界老鸨记女加上身材保持良好的彦祖，这选角绝了。
我觉得很好看，起码在2021年9月这个时间点，不论是大片还是小片，都没有能看的。
又莫名其妙的引出贩毒的吴彦祖，一脸凶残样三下五除二被解决了。其实有啥关系啊，就是为了凑时间。
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