I want to watch this film because of my fear of closing the coffin when I was a child. When I was young, I saw some "pseudo-scientific" stories, saying that many people would have the phenomenon of suspended animation. After being sealed in a coffin, they suddenly woke up and died again due to suffocation. This kind of imagination became my nightmare when I was a child. Think about it if one day I woke up in a narrow coffin box, surrounded by deep mud, you want to push, and there are walls that cannot be pushed around. The air is heavy and scarce... When the oxygen runs out, your breathing begins to stop-this kind of despair makes people want to simply die.
So, when I was young, I often thought, if one day I die. I must leave a will and hope that I will be cremated. I will burn it all in one hand, so that the ashes will not be turned alive.
Growing up slowly, I feel that my childhood concerns are a bit redundant.
But this kind of despair often circulates in my mind. When I saw the introduction of this film, I was full of interest. I wonder if the director, like me, had the fear of being claustrophobic in a coffin when he was young.
There is only one scene from the beginning to the end of this film, and there is only one person. From hope to despair, another hope to another despair... digging three feet, just to see how deep and how many levels a person's despair can be.
The final outcome cannot be described as despair. The fire is extinguished in a meaningful way. After reading it, the whole heart seems to be filled with sand and stuffed with soil, making it hard to breathe.
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