This year's Oscar-nominated best director's debut, "The Song My Brother Teach Me to Sing," focuses on the groups of Indian descent in the modern American West. As an ethnic minority and outside the mainstream of the United States, the distress in the hearts of young Indians is a bit like the distress of young people in China's 18th-tier small towns: Do you want to get out of this small place with no future in sight and go to a bigger place? To embrace a richer and more exciting life? And "Hunting Wind River Valley" is a theme with the same background of questioning with elements of crime, suspense and other genre films. The 18-year-old Indian girl does not want to limit herself to this land, and making friends with people from big places has become her dream way to break out. Even if this "person from a big place" is just a staff member in a nearby mine, he is much older and has no common language to speak of. She is also willing to dedicate her delicate body, just to hear more of the distant stories experienced by the other party, and look forward to taking her far away one day. However, she died for it, leaving the police with an unsolved case to follow. Even the FBI was reluctant to send more police forces to solve the case in a place where birds don't shit, so a local forest policeman who hunted wild animals played a big role. Scratch the cocoon, and finally dig out a blood and tearful youth dream under the cover of sin. It is precisely because of this struggle based on dreams that all the mistakes of youth have forgivable reasons, and all the sins show the cruelty and gloom of reality.
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