In 1920, accompanied by Irish folk songs in the mountains and plains, the guerrillas flashing in the underbrush, a helpless revolutionary movie.
This is no longer the hero I am familiar with in Western war movies - the characters are like the patriotic youths who resisted imperialist oppression and the communist ideals who believed in the working class in the pre-liberation red movies. The focus of the film is not the few guerrilla battles in the ethereal valley, but the moment when the protagonist shoots his childhood friend, in the people's court, which criticizes the capitalist usury, and the passionate argument against the two sides of the bourgeoisie for unequal treaties. In the end, the working class, who did not accept the sovereignty of the motherland and belonged to the British royal family, chose to fight against the "weak ruling class" by armed forces. As a result, the former comrades and family members began to kill each other...
There was no bloody horror of war, no Sensational brotherhood, no deep contemplation of the righteousness of the war, the rhythm of the film is like a simple and melodious Irish bagpipe. The more bloody people are, the more difficult it is to look at their own history beyond the simple binary judgment of right and wrong. Everyone is just doing what they think is right, and history does not allow any compromise.
It seems to have won the Palme d'Or at the 2006 Cannes Film Festival. Indeed, it should be taken.
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