This is a movie that absolutely cannot be spoiled. About two-thirds of the way through, I suddenly guessed the ending. After watching it, I was stuck in a gloomy atmosphere, and I thought I was a psychopath.
Two generations of family search, a woman's epic, could have been magnified to the panic and sorrow of the entire nation, because it was too coincidental to be a quirky plot, but collapsed inwardly, the audience no longer empathized, and it became absurd. For the speechless bystanders of the encounter, the sense of epic is also weakened. (The more I think about it, the more angry I get.)
The cruel mystery, the mother kept silent for a lifetime, and suddenly left three letters when she died, pushing the reluctant pair of children to swim up, and then bumped into the sword-like truth. The head was bleeding, and the pain went into the bone marrow.
I don't understand. It is better to let the mother endure it to death, and then give more love, curiosity and subjective initiative to the children, the story will be smoother and more shocking.
Although I don't like the story, Vivi did a really good job.
The camera, emotions, retractable, even if cold and restrained, are still ferocious and cruel.
In a sense, "The City of Scorched Earth" is the foundational work of Villeneuve, and this long step to the gods belongs to him, which is the first tipping point.
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