The film progresses slowly and quietly, so that you don't feel any didactic climax or deliberate plot to make tears. Everything is going smoothly. In the memory The sweetness alternates with the cruelty that can only blink the left eye in reality, and the audience is constantly feeling the cumbersomeness of the diving bell and the lightness of the butterfly. The taste of which we cannot fully taste through the images, but we must never I won't be as indifferent as watching those mentally retarded inspirational films.
After watching the film, I asked myself, why not be brave?
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