It was only when Ida went to confess the bodies of her husband and son that my eyes were wet for the first time. At that time, I thought, maybe every minute of this film is too heavy, so there is no concentrated "tear point". But when I saw the children's performance under the stage, the face that was once painful and confused is now old, showing a happy expression, and I feel more and more unable to restrain myself in a grateful and peaceful mood. After the screen went dark, the "women dedicated to Srebrenica and their fathers, brothers and grandchildren" completely detonated my emotions, and I cried until the lights in the theater were on. I cried very depressed, perhaps like all the Srebrenica people in the film.
In the process of watching, I thought of many things, such as political game, absolute discourse power of military power, propaganda, ethnicity, religion, hatred, luck and misfortune... the massacre of laughing children occurred in distant mountains and Haruki. Thinking of now, the gunfire is still scorching, and the suffering has never gone away. Those who are powerless are still powerless, and those who are clamoring are still clamoring. The innocent forbearance, and the victor's vulgar complacency in disregard of morality, still appear on people's faces.
renew:
I saw other people’s film reviews that I was so numb that the former Serbian army was sitting under the stage of the show. Someone is as numb as I am.
So I remembered some details:
If nothing had happened, the Serbian army who greeted Aida was a former student of her. When her husband and son were driven into the car, she hugged her tightly and prevented her from passing. Is that perhaps the only remaining conscience? My neighbor once separated a couple forcibly. This scene gave me a strong sense of sight. Was it a Nazi? Is it the Soviet Union during the Stalin era? Is it East Germany? wg? Of course it was a tragedy in which I glanced quickly but forgot the name, or a collection of trivial tragedies. From this point of view, memory and recording are too meaningful things.
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