As a Korean, I feel sad for the small country of the same ethnicity that lives in the cracks. A good country is divided into two pieces. Both sides want to change this situation in their own way, but they can't help themselves. The first movie I had an impression of the reunification of South Korea and North Korea was "Highland War", and there have been many movies after that. But none of them are as straightforward, brave, and delicate as "Iron Rain". During the whole process, I felt that what I saw and heard was no longer a movie, but the helpless cry of a small country and a nation.
I don't want to go into details about the whole movie, but in one of the scenes, the noodle shop auntie's few words automatically made my mind diverge. "On the other side of the border, there are my relatives, my brothers and sisters, but I can't know them." How has he been, is he still alive, can he see him again in his lifetime? ', how sad.
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