Of course, no matter from the perspective of plot, shooting and editing, there are still a lot of things that can be discussed in this movie; however, there is no doubt that this is an absolute classic movie, another excellent work after the City of God, very Worth seeing.
This is a person with firm beliefs, superior professional skills, leadership qualities that convince his subordinates, and executive ability that reassures his superiors. . . . . child soldier leader.
This is a savage, ignorant, inhuman, shameless, bloody brutality. . . . . children.
When "I" use words such as "killing machine", "ignorant beast" and "savage butcher" to describe such a leader as a child;
when "I" use the eyes of "anger", "pity" and "sadness" to examine This "warrior" who has been baptized by war;
when "I" use "humanity", "conscience" and "morality" to evaluate a person who is struggling to survive in a barren world;
what attitude will "he" use to evaluate "I" evaluation of.
Is "I" fair enough. ? ? ?
Can "I" truly appreciate all the insights that "his" when he was in his teens experienced the five years of war and inhumanity?
Can "I" understand how a child learns the superb killing skills in an environment full of slaughter, dead bodies, impermanence, and no relatives?
Can "I" be demanding of "his" human morality from a child who has been instilled with war beliefs since he was sensible, and faces a world where the strong is king and killing is fun?
When confronted with the mistake of a bucket of bananas -- and we can't even be sure if it's a lie -- a child under ten years old is faced with a dozen guns that can take his life at any time. , No matter how nervous it is, it's understandable---"he" shot without hesitation. What kind of high-pressure environment do we need to survive in to be so "decisive" not to let go of any possible mistakes?
In that dark room filled with naked corpses, there should be some kind of corrupt and gloomy smell filling it. When bullets uselessly smashed the white believer with scattered blood, how many cold, helpless, and terrifying nightmares of the abyss "he" had to go through, so that he could walk up and play with the bright cross so naturally and needlessly. ?
How much grief does a teenage girl have to go through to be able to resolutely and firmly embark on the road to escape after quietly burying her only relative -- her father -- by herself?
When a child with amniotic fluid comes into this world with a loud horn of life; what kind of hardships and despair does a mother have to go through to look at the world with such indifferent, paralyzed eyes? She didn't even take a look at the newborn child!
Who created and continues to maintain this savage world?
Who is the real "greedy" in this wild world? "Ignorance"? "Barbarian"?
Is it those who rob kids around with AK47s in their hands?
Are those adults who hold ridiculous rituals to confuse children with "invulnerability"?
The warlords shouting "Liberate our people, liberate our country"?
Those in power who broadcast the corruption of "liberal democracy"?
Are those arms dealers agitating for "liberation" and "revolution" everywhere?
Is it those multinational companies that claim to bring advanced production technology and bring more employment opportunities?
Are those economic colonial countries advocating "open trade" to maintain the existing world economic and trade treaties?
Are those human beings who enjoy the "elegance" of plundering economic achievements from the height of "humanity" to pity this "savage corner of human beings" in the civilized world?
There is a theory that the water storage capacity of a bucket depends on the shortest board of the bucket.
Then for our human civilization, the standard of our human civilization depends on our lowest corner:
human beings are still a barbaric civilization.
There are no "them" here, only the savage us.
When we are feasting in our own modern world while ignoring the beastly struggles of our fellow creatures;
when we build our own prosperity by plundering our near-poor fellows;
when we profit from the blood and life of our fellows time;
it was a barbaric civilization, it was a barbaric world.
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