Two days ago, my child asked me why life is so hard in life, old age, sickness and death. I didn't know how to answer him at once, but I could only say that this is the seven sufferings of the Buddhist family. I mechanically recite the cry when a child is born because he knows that he will suffer when he comes into this world. Maybe when he grows up, he can understand the suffering of life by looking at the fragments of women. The opening 26-minute long shot describes everything from contractions to delivery. I don't know how many times it was rehearsed, but it was obvious that during the actual shooting, there was a short segment in the middle of the actor who was still stupid. It would be stupid to change anyone. I remember that I was sitting on the iron chair in the waiting area of the hospital. I hardly did anything. During those hours, I stared at the door of the delivery room, waiting for the doctors and nurses inside to call their names. It hurts to look at, because it's too realistic. The emotions of the first thirty minutes lasted for more than an hour. In fact, they are all waste scenes that should be cut out of normal commercial films, with a little plot point, which flashes by. The only line in which the heroine's mother talks about the family history for one minute actually dances. Forced interpretation, life, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love, parting, and desire for everything, but with the first 30 minutes of long shots, a big new character is engraved with emotions for 120 minutes. The director should not know about the seven sufferings of Buddhism, but he must know that the latter emotions have been seen in various movies. Only the suffering of life has not been explained.
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