The heroine's perspective has always been very ups and downs, from the beginning of extreme pain and endurance to healing.
There are many times in the middle of the film, whether it is the growing weeds, the distortion of space, and the desperate gaze. It all feels outrageous.
The old man didn't die, and there was one after another howling. They weren't wailing and weeping over the pain of the old man, the phrase "He's still alive." made me hear the horror of the cult. Unacceptable to tolerate unusual "ordinary" things happening. Because it is against faith.
And the mourning after the burning ceremony was like a haunting ghost. I can't calm down. It is because I have seen the horror and horror of this belief. Everyone has lost their common sense, they only believe in their own things, and continue to sink into madness with the concept of self-deception.
A hammer was aimed at the old man's head, and the quietness of the movie made me speechless.
Wearing incomparably holy clothes, doing cruel and inhuman things.
But think that it is the achievement of self, the achievement of others, and the achievement of this belief.
But it is a great joy for the dead.
All the gifts of gratitude, holy and bright, are just like jokes, and they are terrifying.
The dead do not need to be mourned, but they need to be celebrated. The deceased family does not need to take this evil religion as a new destination because of their pain and sorrow.
It is even necessary to actively dedicate to this belief and contribute to the ceremony. I'm thinking, will they feel regret at the moment when they "voluntarily" are about to be burned alive? Is their wailing in the fire still looking up, a wailing of joy, or a wailing of pain and powerlessness?
Everyone here seems to need something like recognition through a "rite of faith". Everyone fell into it unknowingly.
It seems to be shown to us in a big way, what everyone in the cult does and thinks seems to be common sense.
In those moments of despair, to be rescued, to be comforted.
The heroine seems to be like that. Her pain, everything about her is being used by these people around her. Including the male lead. In the end, he fell into it, unable to extricate himself.
Faith should not be like this.
A belief that makes us feel happy and empowered. But not so. Faith does not try to own our lives, faith does not allow other thoughts to exist, faith does not tear apart good people and live a life that is holy on the inside and rotten on the inside.
Faith just gives us the strength to do something when we are sad, gives us direction, and makes us happier and clearer.
If not, it's just being kidnapped by belief too much.
It's a cult, not a belief.
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