Read it twice. At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, it wakes me up from time to time. There are a lot of repeated inorganic walks, few conversations between the two protagonists, and a long shot of indulgent loneliness and extremely cold. All these elements are stacked together and the result is a super lullaby—for most people.
After watching the rest the next day, it was still a silent and monotonous scene, and the protagonist's lines became more and more reduced until silence. People are infinitely reduced, and the ever-changing sky and the unchanging white desert occupy most of the picture. In a daze watching them walk, walk, walk. The repetitive sound of people stepping on broken mud and sand is mesmerizing.
Perhaps the whole point of the film is to walk - not even looking for it, in my opinion. Maybe at first they were really looking, looking for the direction of the road, looking for water, looking for hope. It's just that when all of these are in vain, they just move forward mechanically, almost forgetting the original purpose of finding it.
When one of them strangled my partner to death, I was filled with doubts and my heart was suddenly strained. An unidentified [I'm leaving.]. An inexplicable [murder]. An unspecified cause of death.
A Gerry came out of the desert. He is sitting in the car. The sun was setting in the west, and his eyes suddenly became wet.
The movie came to an abrupt end.
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