When it comes to Swedish movies, it seems to be fading out. The calmness is unbearable. Even if there is a strong dramatic conflict, it can't get rid of the cold atmosphere, although I like the natural and delicate inside. At the beginning of the film, an old man tremblingly pushes a car forward, with a rope tied to the car, and the camera pulls to the back is a rabbit tied up on its back, it should be a rabbit, I hope I didn't. Misread, the rabbit struggled a few times, but was dragged forward until the picture came out. The scene seems to have a brutal sense of humour, an indescribably strong feeling. I think the director wants to maintain this feeling, but as the time goes on, the humorous element seems to weaken, and the despair is almost irrepressible.
There is no way that is the essence of life. Many people in the movie are dreaming, so the story moves between dreams and reality. However, dreams are common and predictable. This is probably a bit unexpected, because the focus is not on the story. It's receptive, of course you want something transcendent to exist, but you're still familiar with the hints, the context, or you'll suddenly be enlightened. However, there is nothing wrong with this now, because life is like this, and it may be impatient to watch it if it is a little ridiculous. Like stagnant water, dull pain, about to or already exuding a rancid smell.
I don't really like the phrase "Tomorrow is another day" that appears again and again, because it's been a long time since I watched Scarlett say this to myself with tears in my eyes, and I hoped to multiply. In any case, too obvious indoctrination or too illusory incentives are boring. That mad woman with a hoarse voice that sounded like an overdrinking voice screaming that no one understood her should really get on a motorcycle and run away from life.
Those who are quiet, indifferent, depressed, crazy... It's still better for us in Asia. People are busy with their livelihoods, and they are full of energy to guard against open guns and dark swords. How can we still have the time and energy to feel so many inner feelings. Painful struggle, heaven and man at war. It's actually quite understandable why so many immigrants see sensitivity as a flaw of human nature rather than the other way around. Luckily and unfortunately, it is really only a matter of self-knowledge.
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