When the most private part for people becomes a "plan" rather than a "market", and when masturbation is regulated, I can't help but marvel at the unrestrained imagination of the director and screenwriter. This dystopia is limited to one aspect, but its strength is not than the more extreme dictatorships. Being single and becoming a dog, the movie takes the metaphor to the extreme. It wants to present the contrast between the hotel and the forest, but it is superficial, and the repeated elaboration of the rules and the deliberate opposition make people aesthetically tired, and the irony of love at the end is also somewhat inexplicable.
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