Just like the Mexicans paint their earthen houses with warm colors, and the Mediterranean people use pure white to set off the sea, in those places close to the equator and the sun is shining, the colors never cover up their splendor, and they always exist abundantly.
Those places far from the equator and close to the poles are fascinating, especially northern Europe, where they seem to represent the model of human society, comfortable life, slow rhythm, polar days and nights that are not found elsewhere, and even fascinating. aurora.
However, it is such a region envied by outsiders, with the highest suicide rate in the world, an incomprehensible reality, but the reality has always been incomprehensible. Today the movie is called Submarine. It may be a wonderful feeling to try a submarine, but no one likes to live in a submarine every day. Because in addition to the location of the deep sea, it is endless suffocation.
There is a brief life at the beginning, pure white light, a newborn baby, and then the gray reality after a short beautiful, alcoholic single-parent family, two boys without discipline, no, three, one dead. Then continual grey and dark, never a blue sky above their heads. There is no light either. The feeling of suffocation, still snowing, suffocating and cold. . .
If you are puzzled by the suicide of the Nordics, do people who are suffocated by the pressure of these two hours of gloom begin to understand. I can't stand it either.
The plot is very simple, the two clues drawn in gray finally meet in prison. The elder brother and younger brother finally met, but a few simple expressions were the last communication. A fitness instructor who has been in prison, a drug dealer with a child and a dead wife, living a life of chaos, but he has thoughts in his heart, tormenting each other in that kind of gloomy winter. The elder brother is looking for the younger brother, speechless, madly hitting the phone, what kind of torture is that, like a beast in a deep-sea submarine that is about to run out of oxygen. My brother couldn't bear to look back, that little baby who died because of their neglect, for a man who had just been released from prison, his wife and other men happily formed a three-person family, it was more uncomfortable to live than to die, only hot. You can feel the existence of life at the moment when water pours over the scar.
The younger brother lived a simple life, took drugs, and had a son who was more important than everything. He named his son Martin, the posthumous name of a premature death. The death of his mother made him meet his brother again. He was very happy. The brother gave his mother's inheritance, but he left silently without discussing it in detail. He was caught selling drugs and committed suicide in prison. In fact, in the end, I can't understand the death of my brother, how can I bear to die, this is the most worth thinking about this film. The hurried side in prison, a few conversations, just exchanged thoughts, but it was the last edge.
In the end, Martin and his brother attended the funeral, and a shock of blood broke out in this dark atmosphere. Family affection may be the last bit of vitality in this color.
Echoing the beginning, it was still the newborn baby, and the simple ceremony, but it was bright, pure white, and smiling.
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