It was a little pissed off to see it, because I knew that this kind of movie was beyond my tolerance. Yes, after about 15 minutes of watching the movie, Paschka didn't break free, and when I heard the whistling sound that Iya had when she got sick, I wanted to turn it off. However, I saw that the subtitles were finished.
Post-90s director, self-directed, skilled use of colors, rigorous composition, restrained shots, even a little indifferent, accurate camera position, just right soundtrack/sound, depressing atmosphere, almost no one is performing emotionally from beginning to end, as if everyone has forgotten the presence of emotions.
At the end of the movie, Iya's silent whistling continued, sometimes interrupted, inserting a few dance songs, then whistling again, inserting again, so repeatedly, as if penetrating the black screen, penetrating the film, and going on endlessly go down.
It is true that the director could cut more "tight", but he did not. Because, in despair, the feeling of pain persists.
If there is still a ray of light in the movie, it is probably the little angel Salsa.
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