It feels like the movie is underrated, probably because the title is inexplicably translated and looks like a less rigorous thriller, but the movie is actually a metaphor for art:
Art that has been burnt many times, leaving only empty frames, using blanks to declare its own death to the world;
Critics who sell novels are actually flies attached to bones; the heroine should represent the last conscience, killed and abandoned at the bottom of a desolate lake full of flies.
The last thing on display is the shroud of art, the burning corpse, and the only remaining value is the fingerprint, which represents the authenticity of art that should have existed. So the title should be "The Burning Orange Heresy".
The failure of the film is to talk about a grand subject in a superficial way, leading to nondescript.
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