Different clips, different encounters, seemingly scattered shots are spread out so smoothly.
Human nature is far more complicated than race and skin color.
As spectators,
we are like the young white policeman,
stubbornly thinking that everything can be solved,
naively believing that everything can be turned into good,
but when a collision erupts,
you would rather Believe that the other party pulled out a gun from his pocket, not an angel doll.
What is good? What is evil?
In the face of prejudice, they justify themselves.
At the end of the film, the city begins to snow, and
as the camera looks down at the crossroads where people come and go,
some people get salvation because of the collision, but some people get the collision intensified.
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