Who can help me write a film review for Jacques Perhan's "Microcosm"? Masters, please help me.

The film's unparalleled photography technology and unique shooting angles magnify the world under the forest and grass in front of you countless times, with insects, grass blades, and water droplets all clearly visible. It turned out to be a magnificent spectacle. The film won the Best Cinematography and Best Editing awards at the 22nd Caesar Film Festival. You will be surprised that there is such a world under our feet. It's dawn, and somewhere on the earth there is a huge world like a planet hidden. The lush grass turned into a forest. Small stones become like mountains. A small drop of water is like a vast ocean. Time passes in different ways. An hour is like a day, a day is like a season, and a season is like a lifetime. Want to explore the world. We must first remain silent. Listen and watch this miracle. It took twenty years to film and was finally cut down to seventy-three minutes. From beginning to end, none of the actors wore clothes... This is a wonderful documentary depicting the world of insects, which makes people marvel at the beauty of nature. The documentary is satisfying. The most primitive desire of all of us to explore the unknown world shows us the most beautiful and pure nature and allows us to discover it ourselves. Of course, the careful organization and arrangement of the pictures and music by the director are indispensable. I personally think this is the charm of documentaries. When nature is gradually moving away from us and our hearts towards love and beauty are gradually becoming numb, I recommend everyone to watch this film. Like "The Migration of Birds", this film was also produced by French director Jacques Perrin. The difference is that the former took more than three years to film, while the filming of "Insect World" took as long as fifteen years. In "The Migration of Birds", I was already surprised by the scarcity of voiceovers, but I didn't expect that the narrators in "Insect World" cherish sound even more. Only at the very beginning of the film, when the camera kept pushing into the depths of a dense sea of ??grass, did a short two-minute voiceover appear: "Dawn, on a piece of grass somewhere, there is a world of insects hidden here... ...For insects, the smallest stone can become a mountain, and the smallest puddle can be as vast as the ocean. Here, time flows in another way: an hour is a day; a day is a season; a season is a life. To understand this world, we should learn to listen quietly to their whispers” (to the effect). After this, there is not a single superfluous word in the film. The whole film lets the images and sounds speak for themselves, using beautiful images and realistic foley to magnify the world of insects in a tiny size before our eyes. In the early morning, a caterpillar covered with dew climbed gently onto a branch of wet grass; a fat green bug filled the entire screen, with a colorful face that made people laugh and a naive expression; a red All the seven-spotted ladybugs are crawling across a leaf, and the background is blurred. The picture is simply bright red and soft grass green, and the angle of the composition is very particular; several ants surround a large dewdrop, and the water droplets are round and crystal clear. slide. ... The film uses delicate lens language to tell us the life of insects from land to water, from early morning to night, allowing us to realistically see the life of a group of neglected creatures. In the corner that we don't pay attention to, in another time category, these insects are also working hard to live, day after day, busy making a living in a miniature world, experiencing wind and rain, and encountering love and love. Life and death: In the music of Tintin, a group of ants are diligently looking for food: some are dragging tiny ears of wheat with all their strength; some are holding a sunflower seed in their mouths excitedly; some are pulling a plump ear of wheat. Corn kernels, some holding a small dandelion. They dragged and lifted whatever useful things they could find and carefully stored them in the warehouse; to the soundtrack of military music, a dung beetle proudly pushed a dung ball into the camera. It moved swiftly and pushed hard. Extremely fast. When going uphill, it turned its head downwards and struggled to push up with its hind legs; a barb appeared in front of it and pierced deeply into the dung ball. The poor dung beetle pushed left and right, pushing with his hind feet and pushing with his big head, until he dug almost three feet into the ground. Finally, it finally pushed the dung ball out of the thorns and pushed it all the way forward. As the camera zoomed further and further away, and when it was restored to its true scale, the huge ball of dung was nothing more than a tiny particle of soil. Insects are so small that their lives are threatened at any time. A pheasant is a terrifying giant in the eyes of ants; a spider with a web can wrap locusts in silk into mummies; a carnivorous plant can kill bees. It is silent; an inconspicuous rain is enough to bring devastating disaster to the insect's home. Watching these tiny insects living in such a dangerous world, I suddenly understood the narration of the film: "For them, the smallest stones can become mountains, and the smallest puddles can be as vast as the ocean." What adds a lot to the film is its music. The music in "The Migration of Birds" seems to have been composed by Bruno Coulais. He often uses human humming to express a pure and peaceful atmosphere. In the clear female voice singing, two snails intertwined. They carefully stretched out their tentacles, testing each other, and then quickly bounced away, just like the nervousness and shyness of humans when they first encounter love. Then they became tender and lingering, blending into one. In the increasingly high-spirited music, we experience the snails constantly flying in love. This set of pictures was so touching that a friend told me that he once had a small yard at home, and he would kill many snails every year for the flowers in the yard.

But since seeing this set of scenes in "Insect World", he has never touched a snail again. The most amazing thing is the music when a pair of caterpillars are marching. After the rumbling percussion, a very funny rustling music with a strong rhythm suddenly appears. A group of caterpillars are connected head to tail, as neat as an army. Insects take over the frame. They crawled in unison. Then one team changed into two teams, and the two teams turned into a circular circle, arching and squirming. The order of bugs reminds me of the strict organization in the human world and the people who obey discipline in the organization. I watched this film three times, and the more I watched it, the more I realized that the world of insects is not a miniature human society. And isn’t the human world a magnified world of insects? Just like the dung beetle pushing the dung ball hard, in its view, the dung ball was extremely huge and precious, and it devoted all its energy to it. In our view, it is just a ball of dung; if we look at it from another angle, in this bustling world, a group of people who are running for profit, women and houses also feel that what they are pushing and chasing is So important, but if there is a God, when he stands very high and far in the sky and sees this group of busy and excited people, in his eyes, what is the difference between these people and the dung beetle pushing the dung ball? I never liked bugs, I was even afraid of them. In my opinion, and perhaps most people think so, bugs are ugly, small, and disgusting... I never would have thought that someone would spend more than ten years photographing these little creatures, and photograph them so well. Wonderful.

Although there is no storyline, no subtitles, and no explanation, it is all explained by the picture itself, but it shows us a beautiful "insect" that we have never paid attention to, a small insect, magnified by the lens and reappeared on the screen. It turns out to be so grand, so magical, so humorous... The original text comes from the Second World Entertainment *** Sharing Community/ Detailed source reference: /i/63/note/99452.html