Some pale feelings about this film

For this film, I have been hesitating for several years, and since it was officially released... I couldn't finish it. Not because of horror, not because of blood, for me, who has watched horror movies for many years, various styles, various plots, various derived from the original horror and original appearance, I have tried B poles and A poles. . No matter whether you taste it or indulge in it, digest these in your heart, and then grow stronger, not only for entertainment and stimulation. But this film incorporates too many meanings of women's right to survival, and it feels immersive, the kind of desolation and fear that only women can feel. In a dark cave that stinks of human flesh, there is a group of brutal and cruel people who are not human. Perhaps when you came here, you should have been scattered all over the body, and you should have been wiped out. But the phrase "existence is reasonable" is also suitable for monsters. The only reason for your existence is that the torn genitals, the sharp pain, the screaming and the blood spilling, the phallus that is not a phallus is smashing wildly in your body,,, you are like a Animals are kept like animals, oh, they are not raised, but abused. They're just waiting for you to give birth to their offspring, which you don't even know are people or what. Without hope, without the strength to despair, you don't know what the final outcome will be. Being ravaged every day, they covet the rest except the womb,,, that thing that sleeps inside you is finally ready to move, breaking the umbilical cord, and they can't wait to pull them out of you, you scream , just for pain, unprecedented pain, maybe you should have gotten used to the pain long ago, but this kind of tearing with flesh and blood and that non-human thing chewing and biting your few flesh,,,,, then you gasped Breath, they fall to the ground, coming towards you. You shout, no no no,,,,, the rationality of your existence has been exhausted,,,, this plot, the man dies, the woman is left to breed, is the part that I have never been able to formalize. It's not disgusting, it's not terror, it's trembling with horror, the kind of grief and empathy that goes beyond the screen for trampling and tormenting women.

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