Probably my favorite European movie of the year.
Its literary and poetic expression, as well as the artistic technique that blurs the time, event and space, make people deeply addicted.
At first glance, it has the mysterious and absurd colors of the Portuguese film "One Thousand and One Nights". In the lazy Marseilles of modern times, time and space are blurred, and the horror escape on the eve of the apartheid massacre during World War II is staged.
Upon closer inspection, I found that the so-called history will repeat itself and reflect the current refugee problem in Europe is just a superficial competition piece. After in-depth experience, I found that this is a movie that abandons the times and only pays attention to people themselves as insignificant individuals under the torrent of the times.
It issued a three-stage question: who am I, where am I, and where am I going...
Everyone in the play is in a lost identity, searching in vain for their ultimate positioning.
A train heading for an unknown journey, a cruise ship that will never reach dream land, a crowded embassy, people rushing for a ticket and a visa, everyone is rushing to an unknown destination.
This kind of individual's huge sense of loss about identity is very hopeless. The heroine tries to use the relationship of abandonment and abandonment to find out who she is, but it is still in vain, because in the end she doesn't know what it is. Abandoning herself, what did she abandon to be so lost in the present tense.
It's the same question that has repeatedly tormented me. In this world, you and I have multiple identities. They are children, parents, husbands or wives, employers or employees... In the washing of identities, I have been forgotten. Who am I, apart from all the moral and social identities given by the outside world, who am I? I really can't answer this question for a while.
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