It's been a long time since I've seen such a smooth movie, and this fun means that the ending is just right. At the moment when I thought, "Okay, here it is, let's end it", the film played the announcement sheet.
Icelandic movies are always so quiet, cold, and taciturn, and one or two elderly people will discuss the issue of old age, birth and death, the insurmountable gap between the city and the countryside. Rams can probably be said to belong to this category of films. The blue-green pictures, the open grasslands and mountains, many silent scenes without dialogue, and the sheep race with a group of people together seem to be the whole world. Sheep has a special meaning for this group of people who are rooted in the land of ice and fire. Sheep means hope in the long and dark winter. So the only remaining ram is the spark in the endless night, the spider silk in the deep cave, slim but worthy of everything. It can make people desperate to ignore state regulations, abandon everything and plunge into the lifeless snow. But when the brothers have lost even the last hope, what are they left with? Seeing each other again at this time, only each other with the same blood flowing. You are me, I am you, hugging each other and sleeping as if returning to my mother's womb.
Even if the film does not explain why the two brothers have irreconcilable contradictions, it does not explain how the two ended. But it's exactly the right moment. The entire film seems slow and inexplicable, but hardly a minute is wasted. Not stating it proves that it need not be stated. When the film ends and the whole story is fully presented in front of you, what you feel is a whole cloud of blue-green sadness and cold, as well as the tenderness and warmth hidden beneath it at the end, like a new life.
Ps (almost all nonsense) After watching the movie, I learned about prions. This horrible disease, which is an incurable disease at the current medical level, seems to be the most cruel curse of cannibalism. Whether it is a primitive tribe with a cannibalistic tradition deliberately, or because of ignorance, the cattle and sheep ate the meat and bone meal feed processed from the carcass of sick cattle and sheep. Their common outcome is a painful death after the disease. The disease appears to mirror the fate of the two brothers in the film. It is precisely because they are relatives with the same blood that there is only one dead end for hatred. People who have lost everything finally show the most natural, purest, fetus-like state.
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