Different from the cruel fairy tale with a beautiful title, the director uses seasons to suggest emotional tones, and shows the complex symbiosis of weakness and goodness through the eyes of women. The tenacious and intelligent volunteer doctor, the pure and flawless nun, and the obscene and powerful soldier, the three identities interpret the contradictions of that special era; and when the dean abandoned the baby in the mist and white snow, I felt the struggle between divinity and humanity. Doubt, tears, and death are all reasonable but helpless to grieve.
The cool and unpretentious shots are like oil paintings. The film uses a lot of push rails to deeply depict the gaze of the facial micro-expressions; basically no large scenes are used for shooting, but with the pure vocal singing of the Book of Songs or the low-pitched piano, it brings A sad, heavy tension.
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