Stomach acid slowly burns out ulcers... The ribs are rubbing against the chest wall... My legs are numb and weak... I want to smile when I close my lips, but they dry up and ooze blood... In the end, what makes the heart still beat, the blood still burn, and the spiritual platform still clear? The IRA prisoners in the prison, with their ambitions, are shirtless, only covered with linen to cover their shame, and with their weak spines, they endure the brutal beatings of the government army. Thousands of years ago, Jesus also wore the same attire, with a righteous heart in his heart, swearing to save mankind from doom. They have the same clear eyes and the same terrifying conviction.
Bobby Sands starved to death after physical purgatory on the 66th.
It's just that there is no miracle resurrection after 3 days, feathering to the immortal.
The ending of history is also very bleak. "No matter how many people go on hunger strike in the future, the government will never treat Republican prisoners as political prisoners." Thatcher's harsh words directly stifled their hopes. When the situation has developed to that level, it is no longer a matter of who is right and who is wrong. The government has always been a derogatory term, and the Republican Army has indeed committed a lot of atrocities. Where does the declining Sun Never Set empire go? A thousand people have a thousand "justices". Who is the pee on the wall? Who is the scavenger with the water gun? People here who raise their arms and shout anti-government may be able to see the opposite of humanity from another angle. In the film, the prison guards, who are shivering in the wind and snow, and the riot police, who are hiding behind the wall and crying, are by no means tasteless.
The merits and demerits of history are left to posterity. All I saw was a real martyr. If Prometheus is just a myth and Uncle Boyi is still up for debate, then no one dares to disobey the bloody fact of Bobby Sands.
Before he died, the light flashed back like a dream. The youth in the green shirt was still there, but the white cloth covered his head. For decades, we can only do what we said in "History Boys": take it, feel it, and pass it on. Not for me, not for you, but someone, somewhere, one day.View more about Hunger reviews
