Using cartoons to talk about a war, a slaughter, maybe, can it seem less cruel?
I am a coward, I dare not look directly at the dripping blood, and I dare not face the bleak life. All the violence, blood, killing, terror, cruelty I dare not look at, dare not watch.
Not realistic animation effects, showing extremely realistic details. Dreams, reality; seeking and remembering. In the beautiful music, the tank traverses the countryside, runs over the cars, squashes them like a matchbox, and it hits the building and rips the cracks like a web.
Flies circled around the corpse of a girl exposed among the rubble; cigarettes changed from fingertip to fingertip; soldiers waltzed forward with machine guns in their hands...
Follow this man in search of lost memories, retracing the horrific scene Killing, the psychoanalyst keeps explaining to him and this is the kind director who keeps pulling us away from us for fear of being frightened by the truth. But as soon as the camera turned, the truth stood naked in front of him, accompanied by the sad cry, his memory was full of heartbroken faces.
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