"Home in the Snow" director Puyou's ability to arrange scenes is truly breathtaking. A narrow space, several crowded rooms, and several relatives and friends shuttle through it. It seems to be just an ordinary family gathering, a family mass, but nearly three hours of documentary details, off-screen dialogue, and characters on the wheel are all being tested. With our patience, we squeeze our minds with urgency. There are only two outdoor scenes, and there is no pressure of relaxation. The external hammering of society has intensified the contradiction in real family life, and this contradiction will never be resolved. Even belief is a mere formality. There is human nature and there is skepticism. But not only that, Puyou pushed the issue to the deep-seated contradictions in the society, as well as political torture. At the same time, he also mocked the national nature of following the trend. For example, he swarmed to see the new situation of the strange girl at the end of the film, which metaphorically expressed people's feelings about the unfamiliar girl. Alienism and theoretical curiosity and obedience. But it's all yet to be resolved, or when you see that you've been tricked by more sophisticated political liars, you'll have to keep looking for a way out.

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Ignore the title of the movie, and that's it.

Dina 2022-03-15 09:01:11

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Otha 2022-04-20 09:02:45

The family goes in and out of the narrow room, the door opens and closes, there is a lot of noise between individuals, crying, laughing and laughing... Although there are very complicated long shots, the film presents an extreme The sketch, even without talking about the political metaphors contained in it, the design of this family group portrait is very right.
Jensen 2022-03-07 08:01:57

A world in which the suits of the dead do not match the size of the living, and the signs of God's coming do not appear to all beings. The war in the Middle East is far less intense than the war at the dinner table, and the question of terrorist attacks is not as important as the question of derailment. Men cry for not believing lies, women cry for not pleasing their husbands, priests cry for not recognizing God. Everyone was trapped in the fighting room, facing the snow-capped mountains, waiting for the banquet that could not be served, and laughing at the dead souls to return to their hometowns.