In the words of universal mashed potatoes, using such a topic is largely to "cheat the reply." This is really in line with the author's thinking mode-although it's hard to say how many people here have seen that excellent German film from beginning to end.

Before I say the article, I willfully choose to say something about the author in my eyes. It's really not easy to dig out her articles from the vast library of beauty, and I don't know if it's because the author is too low-key or other reasons. After the word "unpopular" is used on her, many other "unpopular" authors can be pushed to the other side of the dividing line without hesitation. So, when I first read her article, I was shocked-the gap between the article and popularity was too strange. The gap is big, and it is inevitable that some feelings will be exaggerated by subjective consciousness. In fact, calm down, the author's fluency, plot design and writing level will not make people's glasses fall so thoroughly. The only things that really make people lose their glasses are contradictions, contradictions full of gaps and contradictions in opposite directions. Coincidentally, the author's mashed potatoes are not only full of discordant contradictions with the outside world, but also a great contradiction complex. Just like her prose, it lacks the smoothness of perfect harmony and is full of electric sparks when the two poles collide.

If you are looking forward to watching the spring flowers and the autumn moon together or the water falling out of the flowers, then the article on mashed potatoes will definitely be your thunder. It's not that she is not romantic, but that she takes this kind of thing too seriously and cruelly leaves it everywhere. Not counting, it is also used to cushion the table feet and stick the toilet windows. Psychological endurance is not enough, I can't stand tolerance, and it is difficult to insist on reading her articles. I think I am still good at self-regulation, but I am still angry with her long speech (especially long speech). Sometimes I just watch and scold. One minute I was shocked, and the next minute I was sweating. I can't keep thinking about page x of the previous chapter. In the next chapter, I am so moved that I can't move (of course, half of it may be because I am angry) until you reply. Reading her article is like visiting an insane asylum on a roller coaster with a crazy tour guide. The journey is bizarre, but crazy and interesting. People can't help but think of fassbinder's films, which are full of morbid eccentricity and crazy passion, but have an opium-like bad effect. This smell was particularly strong when I watched her My Verbrechen. Many times, I am really tortured by her graffiti. At best, it is called stream of consciousness, at worst, it is called random loss. I laughed and cursed and tried to stop reading, but now I find that I have not only finished reading Mein Verbrechen's article. Even Reinhard's elegy, a prequel to M, has never been spared ..........................................................................................................................................................

Therefore, as a kind recommender, I would never recommend you to read her crazy novels that kill people. Short stories are definitely a wiser and more suitable choice for the public. For example, the final solution, for example, I want to say goodbye to Lenin here, but it will definitely not be the follow-up of cotton cloth and cotton cloth-that article is too KUSO and too tough, and it should be marked with R along with the screaming and laughing people and placed in the corner of the counter far away from CJ people. (By the way, I always think that adults with mashed potatoes are likely to know the taste by eating the marrow, and then give up normal writing-relatively normal-and go further and further on the wrong road of KUSO |||||||||| |)

It suddenly occurred to me that after all these conversations, I didn't even talk about goodbye to Lenin itself ... I'm guilty ||||||||Orz|||||| Anyway, this article doesn't talk about the merger of East and West, and it has nothing to do with the handover of Gorbachev's regime. The first chapter is the painful Chechen war. Alexei nikolayevich Yeltsin (regretting his bad habit of naming =_=b) entered Grozny as a mercenary of an anti-government organization, adapted to the times and became a member of the massacre of poor Russian soldiers, but unfortunately met his old boss (master? ) Kuznetsov jankovic Vladimir. The latter threatened to take Mr. Mercenary to a military court and shoot him because he was angry at the former's treason and immoral behavior. Although the young man Alexei is obedient on the surface, he doesn't want to see God so early in his heart, so his persistence in life overcomes his loyalty to his master. He gave the excellent Colonel Vladimir a sap and ran away (why should I say it again? =_=)。 What makes the colonel's teeth cold is that this fellow is unwilling to turn over a new leaf. Mr. Mercenary regards the cause of terrorism as his destiny, but Mr. Colonel, an elite military department, can't stand it. So one wanted to catch, one wanted to escape, and finally two people fled together ... another typical mashed potato story, although I understand that she has been quite restrained in this article.

Inheriting Mein Verbrechen's dual styles of immorality and anarchism, Goodbye Lenin is not a pure war article, but it is a work that combines modern street fighting, terror and escape on the basis of certain social reality, full of metal and gunpowder. On the other hand, although the author lacks moral sense and the author's consciousness, he is still a rare and excellent modern hot war writer, both of which ensure the visibility of Goodbye. It is estimated that it is based on the sequelae of CS for many years, and the author's description of weapon fighting is even more familiar than what Fox^^ did in Between Life and Death. At the scene of the crisis, the advantage of this gentleman is also very obvious in the scene description that most writers obsessed with beauty are unable to do. Coupled with his cruel and gentle personal style of fassbinder, the works born under the multiple effects of these factors naturally make the fans of this style look quite enjoyable.

I once saw the appreciation of "strong camera sense" in the evaluation of a friend of the author, and I think it is a bit too much on the whole. I have a sense of sadness about this. Compared with all the mashed potatoes and all the beautiful works I have seen, my film sense is also strong enough to be among the best. Although her works are seriously fragmented due to the excessive randomness of article organization, based on the author's sudden and bizarre flash of fragments, these fragments are no longer unacceptable in the stream of consciousness, but are replaced by a batch of bizarre montages. When they fly in front of your eyes, you can think of a string of colorful movie clips. Inconsistent with it, although the author's writing is carried out in public forums, it is very personal. In dome's words, it is an otaku |||||Orz|||||| This description really suits this author. It's just that otaku is only responsible for himself and his peers on a small scale. The more targeted the operation, the stricter it is. If the articles that are irresponsible to the vast majority of readers are serious otaku, the results can often be surprisingly good-an author who is better than you in this respect does not need and should not accept the advice of amateur boring readers. This waywardness puts an end to unnecessary external interference and compromise on vulgar dog blood demand-because the author only compromises himself, which is both a good thing and a bad thing, but when the author is smarter than the reader, it is mostly a good thing. Once this waywardness accumulates to a critical point, it can be transformed into "madness". The author is quite close to this point, and even has such a signature on his private altar, "No discrimination against lunatics." But here's a footnote: Van Gogh is only a thin line away from a madman. At present, I don't think Mrs. Potato is crazy, and I don't think she has reached the realm of Van Gogh.

The author's article is immature, imaginative and loosely structured. Especially the long works, it is simply leaking air everywhere, but fortunately, one of the most unavoidable problems in online novels-"bad customs", this adult flies low.

French playwright Ya Tao once said, "Cruelty in essence represents precision, strictness, diligence, hard work, indomitable will and firm determination never to look back." I am here to give this sentence to the omnipotent mashed potatoes. If she still insists that she is an irregular and undisciplined madman, then I can add: "This is a disease that can be cured!" "

General Mashed Potatoes-Lena Werner fassbinder

Since Mashed Potato is so obsessed with German, I'll take him to my place in fassbinder.

To tell the truth, most of fassbinder's works are more unbearable than david fincher's. Too cruel and cold-blooded, summed up by the title of one of his famous films is Love is colder than death. Fassbinder lived only 37 years old, taking drugs, engaging in homosexuality, brutally forcing his lover to death, and finally died of an overdose (to put it mildly, it was actually drug abuse). He is a pervert. He believes in the despicable hierarchy of love and thinks that the loved one can do whatever he wants with his lover. Since his feelings paid unilaterally are so heartless, it is natural that he should be trampled cruelly. But this did not prevent him from shooting 43 works in his short life, winning piles of trophies and becoming one of the most famous directors in Germany and even the world. Of course, Mr. Potato is definitely not that bad. He is a little bad at best. But with the best wishes, I believe he will become better, as prolific as Mr. fassbinder, but not short-lived.

No matter how failed fassbinder's life is, his career is undoubtedly successful. At present, it seems that potatoes are still far away from him, but as long as the cliche that "gold always shines" is not a lie, then the author is still worth looking forward to. BTW, I hope that when he writes the story of Captain Dolph, he won't let the repair of MV go away. Besides, I'm also curious about when a new chapter will appear on cotton cloth. If you don't think it can go on, why not end it?

Masterpieces of Global Mashed Potatoes: Elegy of Reinhard (to be revised), MeinVerbrechen (to be revised) and Goodbye Lenin.

I looked for it for a long time, but I couldn't find it. sorry