I admit that I watched this movie for the Oscar gimmick. I didn't know anything about it before - whether it was the director, the actors, or the content, at most I looked at the stills and found that it was a black-and-white movie. I thought it was beautiful and very beautiful solemn. how to say? The story constructed by this movie is very simple, without strong plot and story. Halfway through watching it, it is clear that what you are watching is not a commercial movie for making money. This is for ordinary vulgar audiences, such as me, It even makes me feel a little boring at some point, a shot doesn't change for a long time, and even some lens settings confuse me because I don't feel the point of setting this lens at all. The director's skill is too powerful, and you can really appreciate the director's talent and ability in shooting by looking at the long shots and the scenery without looking at the plot. The analysis of Kanzhihu is that the director specifically did not let the audience into the play, and looked at all this coldly from a distance - I really didn't enter the play, and observed it as indifferently as watching "Why Home". The heroine does not seem to be acting for the first time at all, her acting skills are terrifyingly skilled, and her relatively ordinary and sometimes ugly (sometimes mean) looks show unique beauty in the camera, which makes me feel that she is really beautiful. The heroine is a gentle, patient and patient person who can endure silently even in the face of the heavy pressure of life. The only two emotional fluctuations in the movie are the pain during production and the fear of seeing children drowning. Nervous, the pain of the former infected me greatly, and even made me feel genuinely terrified for her, and for the future that I might have to meet. This is where I first got into the play. The second time was probably when I saw the heroine's boyfriend dancing guns and sticks in front of her and even driving her away with a roar, I felt fear and anger from the bottom of my heart, but this anger was blank, inexplicable and ineffective of. The third presumably saw the marches in Mexico and the beatings of gunfire by the police. I smiled genuinely, thinking that this kind of thing might be the same in every country.
In addition to these three appearances, more often I seem to be watching a documentary, watching the changes in a family's life, watching a person's growth, and watching the passage of time. I was rightfully bored and rightfully shocked. Anyway, maybe I didn't understand the movie.
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