"Highland Station" is a deeply reflective film about the Civil War, a film that truly allows people to look at war from the perspective of war objectively.
I've been watching Korean movies recently, but I can't say that Korean movies have done really well in recent years. Since the domestic TV channels have been playing anti-Japanese dramas in recent years, I haven't watched such anti-Japanese war movies for a long time. I believe that many people are like me, not that we are not patriotic, we also know that it is for us to remember history. It's just that the filming is too distorted to be able to truly objectively think and understand war from the perspective of war. We only look at the war from our own perspective, and simply and rudely tell us that little Japanese devils are invaders and enemies that must be killed. We should keep in mind that today’s hard-won peace is exchanged for the blood of our compatriots. But we should not simply remember hatred and ignore the hard-won peace that comes with blood. The ultimate purpose of all wars is peace but often profit.
History is always rewritten by the victors. Just like the concealment of the war of aggression against China in Japanese textbooks, how could the indelible contribution of the Kuomintang to the Anti-Japanese War ever appear in our history textbooks? The so-called Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea was originally just a fight within a family, but as a result, a world war was caused by the conflict of interests mingled with the ambitions of the United States and the passive counterattack of China.
War is cruel, and the so-called "soldiers' duty to obey orders" is even more blatantly cruel. In the twelve hours before the final armistice in the play, when the soldiers were immersed in the joy of rebirth after the armistice agreement, the ruthless telegram from the rear came unexpectedly like bad news. For the last bit of profit they have to repeat this hellish war. The powerless boredom and yearning for a new life are undoubtedly displayed in the quiet moment waiting for the fog to clear up. How helpless the songs of homesickness and the cry of soldiers before the war seemed so helpless. Eventually the fog cleared, and the bombers whizzed past to drop a mountain of bombs. The horn of war sounded again, and the numb soldiers were running and shooting mechanically. Fall down, free. In the finale, the two rival officers in the shadowy dugout burst into laughter together after hearing the final armistice over the radio. With ridicule, with sadness, with a long-dead heart. The firm beliefs at the beginning have long since become blurred, and they are no longer fighting for unknown reasons. Of course, there are many scenes worth pondering in the play: for example, the loot buried in the high and low air-raid shelters, the letters and lyrics left by each other, the young medics shooting their teammates in order to save people, etc...
The dead lieutenant once said this: we are no longer at war with the Reds, but at war with war
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