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.
好久没看过这么男的电影了…以及这么尴尬的对话。证明出租车司机真的无法复刻。
施拉德这次又继续了他的救赎主题，而且还是能把人物情感细节的拿捏的如此精准
不过有一说一，威廉达福又摆了一个全新角色在我面前，这大叔戏路真的好——————宽。瑞思拜。
要么老老实实拍玩牌，要么老老实实拍复仇，这又是复仇又是玩牌。。。
是不是有点类似
主角和男孩相互救赎的主线引出战争对人的迫害。立意很好，拍得不咋地，四不像。
看得好费劲啊…明明是一个赌博片儿，生生弄成了文艺片，然后配乐我真的想问一句，老搞的那么rua何必呢……
非常内心的，情绪化的一部片，不论是回忆的镜头还是主角独处时的野兽的喘息，配乐，包括片的的明暗对比，都是主角内心感受的映照，把奥斯卡的娇憨去除得干干净净，全片弥漫着沉默的强大的苦痛的男性气质，却异常地单纯，当单纯和残忍结合的时候，人物是格外迷人的，就像《老无所依》里的巴登一样，只是这里的奥斯卡是善良的，所以只能表现痛苦。
赌场精算钱稳赚，自律蒙布尘不染。
蛮有意思的一个局.【住在酒店还要各种把家具的腿部绑上床单有点意思。】
一开始觉得声音和监狱走廊的拉伸感蛮好的（质地接近升级版的广角麦芽糖？），但后来感觉这些乍看新奇的东西被很多倒胃口的设计拖下水了（比如说那种近似中国城市夜景的灯光秀）…… 在保罗施拉德的作品里比较次等。
算牌人但是和算牌并没啥关系。但是把奥拍的很美
Oscar Isaac 梳着大背头，不知为何令我想起了旧好莱坞时的演员... 画面和配乐不错，调子极慢极隐忍，然而末尾却感觉戛然而止。
有著濃厚存在主義色彩的電影，以裝飾華麗的賭場帶出角色內心黑暗過去的設計，主人公那種在經歷痛苦後揮之不去的創傷後壓力癥候群，都環繞在整部電影里，讓他們飽受身心的折磨。雖然算牌人能夠依照牌桌上出現的卡片做出分數加減，借此判斷這場賽局對於賭客的有利程度，但這場名為人生的賭局卻沒有這麽簡單就能計算預測。
I'm sorry what was this???
节奏太慢，看之前以为是赌神+疾速追杀的结合体，看完以后啥也没有，男主牌都没赢就走了，本来就是想看看男主是不是神算子，结果只是装逼子。PS：中间有一段bgm很像怪奇物语片头，我小声说了一句stranger things，听见坐我后面的有人跟了一句stranger things，笑不活了…
还算不错，就是最后的结局有点意外，报个仇还把自己搭进去了，不是应该潇洒离去，逍遥法外的吗？
保罗施拉德，拍一部少一部。老派也是双刃剑，迷人的noirfilm开局，监狱哲学，usa信仰破灭，什么时候能砍掉过时的爱情线
好久没看过这么男的电影了…以及这么尴尬的对话。证明出租车司机真的无法复刻。
明知一副好牌却不屑一顾，不为赌，只为爱好，规则明确适时抽离。影片有一种孤勇的气质又不乏男性魅力，形式感强化，酷。
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