The camera is always aimed at the characters, dangling behind them. It seems that students are filming their friends, the plot is trivial and life-like, full of emotions. There are countless noises in everyday language, and the photographer seems to be a child who likes to be distracted.
The bright sunshine in the movie reminds me of the most beautiful junior high school, whether it is youth going forward or not, in fact, it is all the same. That age is pure and pure, so that the luminosity of the memory of falling gold can arouse the resonance of the whole world.
Everything is so commonplace, and the chai, rice, oil and salt are dull and boring under the youthful and positive tones. And suddenly inserted at this time. Two students wearing camouflage uniforms and carrying guns walked into the campus, feeling strange and not having much guesswork. The answer is far from being revealed soon, and the camera jumps back to the original point in time, drawing thousands of lines from any point to follow the footsteps of others.
This expressionless follow-up makes people realize that no matter whether they are adored or ignored on the surface, everyone has their own life and their actions have their own motives. In this way, the importance of existence cannot be ignored, and their obliteration is so abrupt and incomprehensible.
Everything was so unbelievable until it happened. The bullied boy walked into the bathroom calmly and removed the cream thrown on his clothes, playing "For Alice" with infinite freedom and serenity. Even when the upbeat melodies and bloody CS scenes make up the guiltless cruelty, no one would associate the taciturn teenager with Hitler.
The killing finally begins, but the impact is visually diluted, and the picture is like a game and even gives people a sense of fun. The director deliberately highlights a black student who, in the face of countless deaths, is as calm as a hero who can turn the plot. He approaches the gunman, and we even thought our lives were saved, only to end the fantasies of the audience with the simple sound of gunfire. Perhaps in the face of violence, there are no heroes.
Everyone's self-contained story is terminated, including the killer's companion. At that time, he was probably red-eyed, and he had no concept of life. And the end of the bloody nursery rhyme similar to the mother goose is followed by a large turbulent sky, just like the prosperous years. Some people grow up, and some people die before they grow up. Only youth will stay there forever.
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