There are many body paintings hanging in the male doctor's house. One depicts two dynamic young bodies, each with a hairless flesh ball on each shoulder. Cold scientific notions, turned into bitter philosophy through a painting. Going a step further, if hair and facial features grow on the meat ball, it is equivalent to seeing our body as a portrait, just like a scientist rubbing human feelings into absolute rationality.
The film organizes the possibilities of the body so well that it is worth watching. But its philosophical inspiration is far more than human, and it is not a shocking work.
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