The film is 132 minutes long, and for most of it, I was exposed to the occasional glare and bombardment of sound from the screen. In this environment I started to think: why should I watch this movie? Why are you sitting here now? Is the state of my life the way I want it to be? Wouldn't it be better to spend this time doing something else? Have you relaxed your demands on yourself? And so on these questions kept popping up in my head so much that there was a delay in understanding the plot.
In the end, I reluctantly found an excuse for the 132 minutes I wasted: I haven't slept well recently, and I've had a lot of dreams. Watching movies is to fight poison and help sleep.
Most of the film is dark and black, with some white explosions. The reason for doing things in the movie is far-fetched, the white is pale, the story is powerless and indifferent, and the whole picture is not only unbeautiful, but also ugly.
After the film ended, I felt very tired in my heart, and I had been receiving visual and auditory stimulation, and finally got through it, and I really slept very deeply that night.
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