Although the film is called "The Photographer in the Concentration Camp", it revolves around photos. Photos are a vehicle for recording history, and prisoners can only use photos to prove that the experiences they described are real. However, it can also be found from the film that the "facts" recorded in the photos can also be forged.
"You gave these criminals a stick, and they regarded themselves as "jailers". It's ironic. They are all imprisoned people with the same identity and the same experience, but because they have some "power" in their hands, Some people begin to forget what happened to them and help the enemy suppress and bully their companions. The most impressive scene was that in order to help the partners leave the concentration camp, the prisoners in the concentration camp prepared a performance for the officers. There was cheerful laughter inside the house. In the cold weather outside, the jailer lured a prisoner to the edge of the cliff of Death Ladder, and pushed the prisoner down the cliff without precautions. The partners in the room were tap dancing, and the tapping sound gradually accelerated, and the jailer was slowly approaching the prisoners under the "Ladder of Death". The breath of death enveloped the prisoners, but the irony is that even at this moment, The prisoner did not even shout for help. why? Because even if he broke his throat, it is estimated that no one can prevent this from happening. From the moment they entered the concentration camp, they became the "living dead."
People oppress people everywhere in the film. In the winter, prisoners stand naked and take pictures in the snow; at the officers’ dinner, prisoners are treated as live gun targets, and they don’t even have the right to resist; this scene of injustice ignited the photographer’s anger before doing it. The act of beating an officer.
No matter how humble people are, they have their own beliefs and perseverance. Even if they are kept in a cell and eat bugs, they still keep the secrets of their partners. When the film is finally handed over to the photographer, the sentence "I am Not a hero?", "Am I a hero?", just for someone else's affirmative answer, so that I can get a little reassurance for my battered body and mind.
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