In order to degrade the image of the Communist Party, they decide to make some killing movies and take pride in it.
It can't help but remind people of some movies that countless elementary school students watched in theaters a few years ago.
After all, regimes are built on killing. The author made this film, which shocked the western world.
It also gave the world a punch. The 'pride' behind these massacres and the fear of 'sleep quality'
will surely haunt the executioners forever.
Of course, a good documentary is not only a record, but also arouses the reflection of the viewer.
Indeed, a past event that the descendants of the survivors and the deceased did not dare to talk about in public. How many places and how many historically existed.
When the fat man Herman frankly about the purpose of his campaign, he doesn't need to think too much, he will feel a little cool.
Watching these old hooligans talk eloquently about 'kill all the Chinese' in the convertible, I really want to know who actually killed the Chinese.
The cruelest punishment is to tell you before you die that what you believe in is wrong, without giving you a chance to repent at all.
In the end, Anwar Gango returned to the original execution site, sat helplessly on the ground, looked at the tools of the slaughter, and asked: Why did I kill them in the first place. No one answered him. His retching sounds were the same as those he executed before they died. Maybe he doubted himself, maybe he longed for a chance to repent. But he never got it. In the dead silence, only he and Meng Zhong stared at him. What responded to him was the silence of history and an inner nightmare. And we, just looked at him like this, or sneered, or didn't respond at all. Drink a cup of coffee, eat a potato chip, just watch like this, just look at an old hooligan who has killed countless people so indifferently, grow old.
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