After reading it, I found that not a single picture or a line is redundant.
The language of the shots is also excellent, especially the last group of shots of dancing on the bus, which is indescribably sad. If you want to be liberated, you can only poke a needle in your leg and forget about it.
The plot is complicated and confusing, and at the end I can't figure out who the real murderer is, but no matter who it is, it is the bottom human beings who are tearing and killing.
What moved me the most was when my mother asked the Japanese lunatic in prison, do you have a mother? The madman shook his head. He didn't even have a mother, and in the end the blame fell on the most vulnerable person at the bottom.
The mother leaned down and cried bitterly, crying for him, for herself, and for her fate, for everyone's fate. She knew that the Japanese lunatic was at the bottom of the food chain, and she had a part to eat him. And then she couldn't move, couldn't say a word, couldn't say a word.
This scene is suffocating, as if a tattered iron train rumbled over everyone, everyone look at me, I look at you, can't get out, no one gets out.
The living people have died in their hearts, and there may be many, many unknown deaths waiting for them.
The dead don't have to die again.
2020.2.14
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