The most terrifying and trembling thing is not that the photographer thinks that peaceful cousin shot a gun behind him in a blink of an eye, not that his brother killed his sister's life with his own hands, not that the grieving wife holding her husband's bloody face in pain, but the child. Place the tied tortoise in the center of the fire. The bullets are toys and torture instruments. The bursting sound awakened the priest who was immersed in solemnity. They have a hobby and closeness to guns. A kid holding a gun shocked the photographer to fall from the car. This is the seed of hatred, which drifts with the wind like all seeds, but it is a pity that it does not bear red tomatoes. The doctor said it was a virus, the most terrible virus. It even has an incubation period, and the French who have recently been living in panic will certainly agree to this.
The most common sentence in the film is "You are ours." You must take sides, either left or right. No one can be the center. No one can choose not to belong to any race. Blood calls for blood. Thinking of this, the air is so thin that one cannot breathe like a torrential rain. The shadows of death and dark clouds envelop the land, and the lens captures the fragile beauty before destruction like the greedy eyes of the dying: frescoes in the church; the girl curled up on the floor and the priest looking at each other in the moonlight; heard the girl greedily A smile on the priest’s mouth while eating tomatoes; the star in the night sky reflects the silhouette of the priest walking on the ridge and the pierced spire of the church; the photographer is like a streetscape in a psychedelic and empty streetscape that flows from the car window. Embracing the beloved woman like a child; a wedding in exotic music; the face of the photographer looking out from behind the curtains and then disappearing in a hurry when the photographer leaves; a sad request: Help me as if she were yours.
The wonderful collage of this film reminds me of Ma Yuan’s novel "The Three Times of Life in Lhasa"-Impossibility in the Probable, and a sentence Ma Yuan said in his novel on the lips of a lama: Within Liuhe , A mix of things. After watching the movie, I pulled out "Elephant" and watched it for a while. The collage, hatred, killing, and the affection in despair are equally fascinating.
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