Is it really possible to see the soul in the eyes of man? - "Hospital of Terrorist Murder"

Berenice 2022-12-01 03:21:26

This is the best near-death experience movie I've ever seen.

This film has been seriously ignored and suffers from the rubbish translation. I don't know which translator named "Hospital of Terror". It looks like some irresponsible translator deliberately chose such a bloody and eye-catching name in order to increase the number of downloads for pirated movie sites. The English name sublime is really difficult to translate. sublime reminds me of "Solemn Hour" (attached at the end).

The film may have a limited budget, so the special effects are poor, the soundtrack can't create a better atmosphere, and the actors are not very famous. But the actor's acting skills are still in place. And the film clearly separates reality, nightmare, and memory with different tones. Reasonably interspersed and edited, so that all the subconscious images of reality can be clearly expressed, and the contrast between personal feelings and reality is really shocking. The director drew too much brush and ink on the terrifying nightmare, and the discussion in other aspects was too loose and too shallow. Coupled with the texture caused by the low cost, the film really had the taste of a B-grade film. In fact, this film could be more profound and artistic.

Recently I took it out and watched it again, and I feel more and more that this film has a good grasp of the mental and physiological state before death.

What can we do to protect the dignity of those who are dying and ease their suffering? Is euthanasia really euthanasia? Is it really possible to see the soul in the eyes of man? These questions are so hard to answer that I don't even know whether to believe in faith or science.

I now have a deeper reverence for life and death.

Solemn Hour

Whoever cries now somewhere in the world,
without reason cries in the world,
cries about me.

Whoever laughs now somewhere in the night,
without reason laughs in the night,
laughs at me.

Whoever goes now somewhere in the world,
without reason goes in the world,
comes to me.

Whoever dies now somewhere in the world,
without reason dies in the world:
looks at me.

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Extended Reading

Sublime quotes

  • Mandingo: You ready for a little lesson? To be set free? For a dose of reality? First: the lesson. Do you know who I am? I told you my name, bitch. You forget that? I know you ain't forget that! Come on, you caucasian motherfucker! Say it while you still got a pair.

    George Grieves: [through his breathing tube] Mandingo.

    Mandingo: That's right. That's my name. But do you know who I am?

    George Grieves: [stammers unintelligibly attempting to reply]

    Mandingo: No, I mean in the metaphorical sense, motherfucker. DO YOU KNOW WHAT I AM?

    [leaps onto George's chest]

    Mandingo: I am the weight on your chest. I'm your cauchemar - your pesadilla - your Alptraum - your incubo, yo. I'm the morbid oppression of the night. I am the fear behind your left titty. I am the dark un-fucking-known.

    Mandingo: I'm the father of cool, and the king of jazz, and the porch-sitting watermelon-sucking brother who fucks up neighborhoods and breeds gangsters, and makes your dick feel small. I am mud-hut-building spear-chucking darkest Africa. I am the king of Egypt; grandpappy of ALL the sand-niggas.

    [shouts some middle-eastern words]

    Mandingo: The lord of 'they', 'them', and all them that be 'other'. I AM THE ARMY OF ISLAM!

    [weeping]

    Mandingo: I'm the sickle-cell yardape that's been fucking with your dosage. The jungle-bunny that's been guarding your drip... drip... drip... DRIP.

    [menacing]

    Mandingo: I am the medicine man. The spade digging your grave. The spook who goes bump in your night. I am the uppity field-nigger dancing in your end zone, and spiking your IV. I am Little Black Sambo. I am Lincoln's mistake.

    George Grieves: [flailing against his restraints, and gasping attempting to scream]

    Mandingo: Oh, I just been fucking with you, my little bleached brother! But now, you gon' face your fear. You won't be afraid NO more. I'm gon' set you free. I'm doing you a favor - a 'solid', George. Now, ain't it better to know that all the fears that go 'pitter-patter' in your flaccid fish-white belly are real? That you ain't just another white liberal guilt-ridden mo'w'fucker worryin' 'bout shit he DON'T understand?

    Mandingo: [whispering] The dark unknown's gon' cut you up! And when I'm done with you, you ain't gon' be a pussy NO MO!

  • Dr. Sharazi: [about to give a patient a colonoscopy] Welcome to the Outback Snakehouse.

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