Looking at these fresh and young faces, I can't help but wonder what role they played in the war?
Yes, the Nazis were cruel, the fascists were cruel, Adolf Hitler was cruel - but does this mean that every German soldier was guilty of it? I don't know the answer, and I guess there isn't an exact answer to this question either. Because everyone has their own moral judgments and guidelines. It's just that when I look at these faces, I imagine that in the war, they play the image of the perpetrators, and they are also the victims at the same time.
War destroys life. Soldiers talk about their future expectations after completing demining work. Some people say that "the future is just a damn fantasy". They are not even sure if they will survive until tomorrow. After experiencing the inhuman battlefield, they are still not free from the threat of death.
War also destroys human nature. When one of the soldiers was not injured by landmines because of the fodder, the Danish mother, who seemed to be kind and gentle, just glanced at her and closed the door to herself. Even the next day, when the officer came to check the cause of the soldier's illness, the Danish mother laughed.
But, thankfully, there's still some white in the vast expanse of sombre black. Like the stern and staid Danish sergeant. He went to visit William, the soldier with the wounded leg, and found him dead. He didn't speak, didn't say much, he just turned around and prepared a hearty breakfast for the remaining soldiers and the remaining boys. And told a white lie that "William is well looked after and he's going home soon". He rescues lads who have been teased and insulted by other officers; he chats and jokes with the soldiers; he even plays football with them - just like normal people, as if they are not opposites, domination and dominated, obedience and order , not German prisoners and Danish officers; like they were just playing on a beautiful beach. But in fact, they were in an extremely dangerous minefield. Sure enough, the Danish officer's dog was blown up for running wildly on the beach.
The tone of the whole film is cool, but not gloomy. Because of the large number of shots at the seaside and the sunshine, sometimes it can even be regarded as a fresh tone. But the more this fresh, the more this sunshine, the more frightening it is—below such beauty and sophistication, beneath the calm surface, is the turbulent undercurrent, the terrifying work of demining mines, It's a bloody hell on earth at any time.
It just intercepts a side of the lives of these people who have experienced the war, and shows it in a waveless and traceless way.
After watching this series, I'm sure I'm going to be an anti-war activist.
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