A dozen people including prosecutors, doctors, sheriffs, sergeants, and drivers took the suspect Conan to find the burial place. Looks like a murder story. There is no interrogation scene, no trial screen, no murder motive exploration and murder main plot. One night, half day, one hundred and fifty minutes. Everyone's life in the image, or their life, overflows the screen.
The night was getting dark, and the wind was howling and thunder was roaring. Rain is coming. The car stopped again and again, each time in the wrong place. The sheriff was so angry that he beat the suspect, thinking that everyone was being tricked by him. Small chats, fragmented conversations. I know that the sheriff has been a police officer for 20 years and has a son who needs medicine. The accompanying doctor is divorced and single, and seems to be a person who lives a life of alienation and indifference. The prosecutor tells the doctor the story of a woman, a highly educated and very intelligent beautiful woman, who died of her own prophecy. Thunder and lightning struck, tired and hungry and the group decided to go to a nearby village to rest for a while.
The turning point came at the mayor's house.
Everyone was drinking and chatting, and the mayor told the prosecutor about the difficulties in the village and the lack of money to repair the cemetery wall. There was a sudden power outage due to strong winds. The mayor called for his little daughter to light up the lights. The girl took the tray and gave everyone in the room a cup of tea. The men who sank in the darkness probably wondered if they had seen an angel. In the warm light of the kerosene lamp, there is a beautiful and calm face. Low eyebrows and drooping eyelids, gentle and endless. There was a can of Coke in the tray, which was for Suspect No. 2 who was traveling with him. He asked for a Coke when he was seated, but was told he didn't. The suspect Conan picked up the cup of tea that the girl gave him, and he suddenly sobbed.
There was no clue in the first half of the search, and the sheriff temporarily wanted to interrogate the suspect Conan again. The son of the deceased is actually the child of the suspect Conan himself. The sheriff, who had quit smoking, asked for two cigarettes, one of which was for Conan. Before, Conan asked the doctor for a cigarette, but the sheriff refused. He said they were all evil. This cigarette, perhaps because they are both fathers. Conan saw the mayor's daughter crying suddenly, what touched his heart? The exact location of the burial was given.
Its daybreak.
The rain has already fallen. The wipers are not in a hurry or slow, and the raindrops on the windshield can see that the rain just past is not heavy. Strong winds, lightning and thunder at night. There was no supposed torrential rain raging (if that was the case, the director wouldn't be Ceylon). When they arrived, the deceased's head was already exposed, and a black dog was crouching there. The suspect, Conan, did not have the courage to approach and confront him.
The entire film is full of details.
It doesn't seem to be watching a movie, but one of them. The sheriff received a complaint call from his wife. Anxiety, dissatisfaction, stagnation and pain are all in her high-pitched voice, like beans in a hot pot. Guess her face was forgotten by the smile. He said, "There are sick children at home, I can't stay at home all the time, I can't stand it." He also knows that "everything has a reason and an end. You can't resist fate."
Across the crowd, a thin face wearing a red turban The woman looked at Conan. The little boy who looked malnourished beside the woman picked up the clod and smashed it at Conan with hatred in his eyes. The sheriff later said the suspect cried all the way to the courthouse. Little boy did not know that he hit his biological father.
The doctor finally concealed the real cause of death that the deceased was buried alive. The deceased's wife was sitting in the hospital corridor, and the doctor saw her with Erlang's legs crossed, swaying slightly, with an indescribable ease. This is not what someone should do with a recently deceased husband. (As if seeing some kind of radiance on her face, fleeting). There is a shot of the doctor walking down the street, the golden sunlight flowing with warmth. Just like the warm yellow light band of the headlights in the dark night, there is a wonderful lukewarmness in the silent plateau. The warmth of winter has the power to dissolve a little fear and despair.
The prosecutor tells about the beautiful woman who died as she predicted. is his wife. His wife told him that she would die someday in autumn in five months. It was the day she gave birth to her daughter. The test report said he died of heart failure. She died of heartbreak. "Most people commit suicide to punish others." His wife saw him with a woman. He said it was a drunken absurdity, an accident, not a derailment. They didn't quarrel and he thought she forgave him. "Women are very cruel sometimes." The prosecutor came out of the doctor's office, wiped his eyes with his right hand against the light. This action made me sit for a while in the dark after watching the film, and my heart seemed to be disturbed. Sad? Worried? Yes, and neither. Earlier in the film, he learned that the doctor had no children when he divorced, and said that he was the most definite and correct choice, referring to the fact that the doctor did not want children during the marriage.
The appeal of simplicity is far more than the expression presented by the images.
Not just a story about a murder. None of the people in the play have a happy life. The mayor's sons and daughters live in the city and have good jobs. He was blamed in a village where only the elderly were left behind. The suspect repeatedly asked the sheriff to help take care of his son. His unrecognizable son. "The night and the cold wrap my heavy soul." Maybe the prosecutor will not be easy in her lifetime. As her daughter grows up, the heavy burden of being punished cannot be relieved even if she spends her whole life regretting it. Life is so heavy, yet there is softness. The warm yellow lights throughout the film, in the night wind, the flying long hair of the mayor's wife, and the little boy's food in the kitchen. The suspect Conan was beaten by the sheriff, and his assistant cleaned the corners of his mouth and dried him with his handkerchief.
Night to day, never ending.
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