It's warm and cold in Europe in May. From the harbour, it looked like a sandy beach, and the waves were churning, churning, rolling, and rolling layers of thick foam from the sea to the shore.
Why is there a bubble?
Ships sank one by one, and the bigger the ship, the faster the ship with the more people on it sank. The torpedoes under the water were like the invisible hand of the enemy. With a light poke, the ships penetrated the holes, followed by panic, screaming, struggling, jumping into the sea, and capsize. The war is like a nightmare, especially for the defeated army, no one knows the next direction, the situation on the scene, how long the war will last, and how long his life can exist. Maybe one second while talking and laughing, holding hot tea in hand, the next second is the coming of death. The fuel leaked quickly from the overturned ship, the originally blue sea turned black, and the soldiers' faces were covered with sticky black.
Due to the leakage of fuel oil, a large number of seaweeds died, leaving huge proteins in the water. These proteins, which are not yet decomposed on the dead soldiers, formed huge foams, which were stacked layer upon layer, and the weather was cold. I wonder if you have ever tried blowing bubbles in winter? Blow the bubbles on the snow and the ice, and the bubbles that burst at the touch suddenly harden and become a kind of plastic texture, and it will not disappear at once.
As more and more people die and the hull is polluted by fuel leaks, the foam builds up, and it may take a long, long time for the sea to digest it all. It may even never be digested, because there is always a new death. These bubbles are a reminder of the cruelty of war and the unwillingness of young people to lose their lives.
The world is picturesque, and creatures are killing each other.
This is the charm of Nuo Shen. The fragments of the war are cut in a minimalist way, and the stories of 400,000 people are concentrated in three lines, which correspond to different lengths of time. A lot of detail is scattered in each picture, and the three narrative perspectives contain multiple intertwined stories.
What is life determined by? Destiny? Cause and effect? No, the universe is random, and probability is everything.
Good people don't necessarily have good rewards, and those who save lives also die. The French soldier drowned himself in another ship's cabin soon after, although the torpedo hit the cabin and saved hundreds of lives by opening the hatch when most of the people were trapped inside. Before the bombing, the British officers commanded the retreat rationally and calmly, but after the bombing, they could not control their emotions. A teenage crew member who dreams of becoming a local hero is pushed to death in a daze.
This is life, this is war, and there is nothing to die or not to die. There are only probabilities, large probabilities, small probabilities, and occurrences. The first half of the movie makes you panic and despair; the second half lets you see the people and hope.
The big stories among the countless small stories, the truths in the countless fictions, whatever is far away will be punished, it is difficult to get out of the house without strength and hard work, whatever is righteous and evil, without victory, there is no chance to write history. It is not bad to be able to go home alive to win glory for the country.
No one wants to hear the real truth, no one wants to face the real war, and no one wants to accept the real death. Director Nolan did not describe the magnificent epic of war, did not have a grand narrative, did not express the conflict between the enemy and the enemy in war, he was only expressing the conflict between man and war.
May the world be at peace. May everyone have a home.
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