British films, as always, are heavy; so heavy that after I finish watching them, I find myself sitting there for a while. Can time really dilute everything? It can really heal the inner feelings, including some hatred, some admiration, some sympathy, some depression, and some sweetness. Some are possible, some are definitely not. Two Irishmen: one the killer, the other the victim's brother, face to-face thirty-three years later. Just say it. Revenge? A tooth for a tooth? tolerant? Why? I was also very impressed with that mother. She threw all her complaints and responsibilities to his other son on the day of the incident and asked loudly, "Why didn't you stop him?" The younger brother had been carrying this guilt for 33 years until he saw the killer. Why does Mom do this?
I don't want to say anything that is atoning for nothing. This topic is too deep. The acting of the two leads is really top-notch. The victim's younger brother had been manic, but the killer was surprisingly calm. The descriptions of the characters are gradually stripped away until they face each other and engage in a fight of the type that goes into the S. I really like the ending. because my dangling heart finally let go.
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