" "I don't know, sir." ” This may be the most hated sentence in my life. When juvenile delinquents were asked: Why did you do this, everyone, all juvenile delinquents who have been violent, looked at the judge numbly and flatly and said, I don’t I know. The tones of the movie shots are not that cold, even warm yellow. They answer the judge's questions calmly, but they send a message without the guilt of hurting others, without the shame of doing wrong, without asking oneself Seriously, they are just calm and numb carbon-based creatures. The film uses the method of interlude, switching back and forth between the time of the crime and the time of the trial, with the trial eliciting and narrating the crime process, and occasionally interspersed with Sylvia's self-report, let's call it Readme, although Sylvia didn't get a chance to speak or write or record her feelings. In the opening credits, she laughs and says she likes being around the carousel - the only place she feels safe. Shot Honestly recorded the smiling faces of her and her sister. When I saw her helping her sister tie her shoelaces, I was very curious about why she spoiled her sister so much. Later, on the car home from church, she answered my curiosity: Jenny suffered from polio. Later, her parents paid $20 a week to keep the sisters in the Greruth home for travel, music festivals, and fun. But before that , the two families did not know each other. Her parents did not know what kind of person Ge was before fostering. She was alcoholic, promiscuous, and she beat and scolded children from time to time. Everyone took it for granted. Attributed to everyone but her. She's trash. At first everything was calm, they went to school and scrambled together. Occasionally the check came late, Grid whipped innocent girls in the basement. Jenny was in pain and fear Huge's method, when Sylvia suffered double "punishment" to comfort her, did not slow down. Perhaps, she wanted to leave. So after finding the discarded note in the trash, she acted immediately, On the phone with my parents, unfortunately, they were seen by the juvenile delinquents, so Ge framed Sylvia for stealing. Is that so? The original Jenny will testify for Sylvia, which is earned by Sylvia It's just a testimony. One night, when Paula was about to be raped by her lover, Sylvia accidentally told Paula's secret: Paula was pregnant. Rumors abounded, and the smart Paula villain sued first , Sylvia left the first smoke scar on her body. Jenny was crying. Later, before the Coke bottle shattered, no one stood up to stop it, just watching the play, nothing to do with it, indifferent. Jenny was crying. If I'm Sylvia and I guess I'll knock the coke bottle hard On Grid's head, then stick the shards into Grid's arms, chest, thighs, or whatever Grid ordered - the vagina, and spin inside a few times. Then solve the problem well. "I think it's better not to mess around," said the neighbor who was tending the garden. She was thrown into the basement, beaten, abused and laughed at. The number of perpetrators is increasing. No one reached out. Can no one stop it? coward. They may stretch out their butcher knives with novelty and gain a unique life experience. Does no one perceive sin? Nonsense. They are still worshipping. I was actually amazed at her tenacious vitality. For dozens of days, her injuries continued to increase, she did not eat, and she did not lose her life due to lack of water or infection of the wound. Paula was finally scared, she prayed for her, she forgave her, she was still making excuses to exonerate herself, she did not admit her wrong. She tried to rescue Sylvia, easier said than done. In the end, Stamney cried out: Mom, she's not breathing, she's dead. Sylvia did not escape. She closed her eyes in love with her sister, was quiet, stopped breathing. The light is just when the oil lamp is dying, the dim, breathless, anxious and painful warm yellow of the next lamp due to poverty. "No, except she said 'I'm sorry' or something like that." "Looks like she did something wrong, but," "She didn't do anything wrong." How nice, someone sober. But they soberly incited others to commit violence, soberly watched Sylvia die, soberly committed crimes. In the end, Sylvia sat on the merry-go-round in despair. Justice may be late, but never absent. But is late justice comparable to original justice? It's too late to make amends. Her sister closed her eyes, was quiet, and stopped breathing. The light is just when the oil lamp is dying, the dim, breathless, anxious and painful warm yellow of the next lamp due to poverty. "No, except she said 'I'm sorry' or something like that." "Looks like she did something wrong, but," "She didn't do anything wrong." How nice, someone sober. But they soberly incited others to commit violence, soberly watched Sylvia die, soberly committed crimes. In the end, Sylvia sat on the merry-go-round in despair. Justice may be late, but never absent. But is late justice comparable to original justice? It's too late to make amends. Her sister closed her eyes, was quiet, and stopped breathing. The light is just when the oil lamp is dying, the dim, breathless, anxious and painful warm yellow of the next lamp due to poverty. "No, except she said 'I'm sorry' or something like that." "Looks like she did something wrong, but," "She didn't do anything wrong." How nice, someone sober. But they soberly incited others to commit violence, soberly watched Sylvia die, soberly committed crimes. In the end, Sylvia sat on the merry-go-round in despair. Justice may be late, but never absent. But is late justice comparable to original justice? It's too late to make amends.
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