A very unique perspective, interpreting dreams from a psychological point of view, revealing the truth of the Beirut massacre through searching memories.
The Middle East is a mess, from historical contradictions to religious beliefs (half of Lebanon's population was once Christian), from Western intervention to civil strife and war, and it's always the civilians who get hurt. Israeli soldiers are not exactly cold and brave, some of them dare not shoot their enemies, some miss their mothers, some romantically fantasize about dying in war so that the girlfriend who dumped him can remorse lifelong. They are just a group of children who have just grown up. The blood of their parents killed by the Nazis has not yet solidified, and they are pushed to the battlefield again. People's lives are really divided into three, six, nine, and nine levels. In response to the fact that Palestinian innocent civilians, especially women and children, have been massacred, all countries have adopted an attitude of turning a blind eye and not asking questions. The Soviet Union, Britain, the United States, Israel, Syria, which one is not each with its own small calculus, tacitly knowing each other, paving the way with the blood of civilians, provoking neighbor wars to kill each other, and then wielding the so-called big stick of justice to achieve their own goals?
The soundtrack of the film is also very characteristic, with beautiful piano, jazz, rock, and war scenes against the hail of bullets. Under the gaze of Bashar's huge portrait, the soldiers took up their submachine guns and shot the enemy, jumping bloody waltzes in the gaps of the bullets. And many more soldiers killed while praying, sending strangers to hell, and getting close to death. The huge contrast turns into a real image of a group of old women at the end. The relatives lying in the rubble can no longer hear their heart-wrenching mourning, and the culprit of all this disaster is unclaimed.
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