A true history that can't bear to look back and can't let go has made this movie that is extremely depressing, unbreathable and cruel to the end. From beginning to end, the camera icyly watched and recorded every face and every moment where human rights were deprived and lives were trampled at will; behind the camera, Bigelow almost ruthlessly controlled the complicated characters and plots, using her consummate cinematic skills in the grand scheme of things. The background board of the event presents the individual's choice and survival in a clutter-free manner; the fast and sharp editing and excellent scene scheduling restore the nearly 30-minute forced confession of the hotel in the middle to the appearance of purgatory; After 144 minutes of depression, there was no exit, and after being so cramped that there was no way to go, I just wanted to imagine that the security guard walked out of the court and vomited on the side of the road. The choice of the individual who would rather starve and kill himself than sing for the white people again makes people feel more embarrassed, thinking of an old grandmother who was devastated but survived in the Nanjing Massacre, and could not hear the two "Japan" in her life. Words, that is the lingering nightmare of a lifetime, that is hatred carved into the bone marrow, that is hatred that melts into the blood.
Life is equal, but life is not equal. The road to equal rights is not the cheers we see after the adoption of the Declaration of Human Rights, nor the impassioned Martin Luther King Jr., nor the crowd of followers who raise their arms and shout indefinitely. Living beings are piled up in nameless bones, and brilliant individuals are reduced to bleak backgrounds. When today, skin color is no longer the hardship of life, we suddenly realize that the history that we cannot bear to look back happened just 50 years ago, and in the next 50 years, how far can we go forward?
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