There is a scene in the middle. The daughter asks the father how to spell Biutiful, and the father tells the daughter to spell it according to the pronunciation. "Beautiful" is a wish, but things are not always so beautiful. It's like reading Biutiful, but the spelling is always wrong.
Just before watching this film, a friend asked: what is right or wrong depends on the desire behind it, not itself? I'm so confused about the question, it's so philosophical. It seems to have to be said alone to understand.
The protagonist in the story, Usibal, is a good man, and everything he does is for the good of those around him. But it backfired, and none of them turned out well. After watching the whole movie, my chest felt like a big rock was blocked. Does it mean that we live only to live? Any desire purpose is a pointless struggle?
The director has made many deep films before, but this one seems to be in a state of confusion. In the eyes of the director, the world is so hopeless... It doesn't matter whether the black woman comes back in the end. It is a phantom left to the soul in need of solace.
The scene of the film director was once taught in class, switching between different tones, warm or cold, in the real scene. There is no need to question the director's skill. There are a lot of poetic scenes in the film to create a psychological atmosphere. The silence in the scene full of corpses brought to mind the issue of audio-visual saturation. However, the director did not vent this depression like Du Qifeng used the light and shadow sound later. The paragraph after that is a drunken dream in a disco~ The director seems to intend to bury the depression in his chest until the end... to vent the dialogue in the snow... The dead owl waits and looks at the world, the world has nothing to do with him .
I myself feel that this film is not as good as the previous three films, 21, son of a bitch, Babel...
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