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Madalyn 2022-04-19 09:02:32
The mother is always the mother, and the father is a ghost.
【Just finished reading. Just talk nonsense. It's just that she won't survive. 】 They look forward to this baby so much, this is their crystallization, and their union has a feeling of success or failure. Mother's grief is trance, and finally becomes real. Father's "sorrow" is out of place, it's too...
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Dora 2022-04-22 07:01:42
Time glues the pieces of life together
When I got on Netflix, I accidentally saw that this was released, and pressed the play button without hesitation. Watching the last long shot and the scrolling of the subtitles, it feels like going back to before, sitting on a chair in the museum and nostalgic for the plot; the pictures and sounds...
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Rebekah 2022-03-20 09:02:14
The more than 20 minutes of birthing scene that is so stressful that it is not noticeable that this is a long shot, the director's scene scheduling and the language ability of the shot can be seen. Compared with the director's previous empty and dazzling works, in this film the director finally integrates those skills into the film content. The bridge gradually connected, the seeds germinated silently, the cold snow day, the abandoned dishes in the house, every object and every shot has a narrative and expressive purpose. Coupled with the powerful interpretation of the two protagonists, the whole film presents a sad story very catching and full of tension. It's just that the film hides the women's pain and struggle too obscure and trivial, saying that it is the female version of "Manchester by the Sea", and it almost hides its explosive power in calm.
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Liana 2022-03-28 09:01:07
The first half hour of childbirth was reduced to a gimmick, and the second half was still the same, ambiguity, quarrels, broken bits and pieces, pain to satisfy the lower body, each seeking pleasure, grief filter, chicken feathers all over the place, then put down the reconciliation, waved goodbye to the rough life . I'm sorry, really
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Elizabeth: And I'm ashamed of me. That I wasn't a good enough mother to teach you how to stand up and speak for yourself, for God's sakes. And to deal with this. Like my mother taught me. After my father went into the ghetto, my mother found a shack, an empty shack, that she went into and gave birth to me. Without any help at all. She stashed me under the floorboards when she had to go out and steal food. So she could make milk enough to keep me alive, but just alive. Not strong enough to cry, or we'd be caught. When she finally got me to a doctor, he advised her to just let me go. That I wasn't... I wasn't strong enough to survive. But when she absolutely insisted, he picked me up by my feet and held me up like a chicken and said, "If she tries to lift her head, then there's hope." And you know what I did, Martha? I lifted my head. That's what I'm asking you to do now. Lift your head and fight for yourself, for God's sakes! Go out there and face that woman.
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Lane: Yes, how did you feel holding your baby you had just given birth to?
Martha: She smelled like an apple.
