The mutual slaughter of the Hutu and Tutsi is like the crazy self-mutilation of the country struggling to find a way out. When the real dawn comes, there will be real redemption.
And what is the so-called redemption in the movie?
Is it redemption for the hotel manager to buy the lives of aliens who should have been killed one by one with money? Is the commander's discovery of conscience under the shadow of "genocide" redemption? Is it redemption to finally find a loved one's orphan at the camp?
In this brutal annihilation of the nobility and kindness of humanity, as well as the mutual slaughter of sympathy and humanity - this must be mutual, wouldn't the rebels still raise the bloodstained butcher knife in the enemy's hands after a massive counterattack? -Who is redeemed? Who can get who? The people who were bought survived, and more people could only corpse on the street. The car that the living was riding passed over them, and they stumbled; the orphans of their relatives survived, but the children in the orphanage could not wait. The last rescue vehicle, the red cross can only guide them on the way to heaven. Those who are lucky enough to survive enjoy the luxury of life, but I don't know what kind of eyes they use to face those who are not so lucky. He bought the lives of many people with money, but he can only admit his insignificance and powerlessness. In fact, you can't save anyone at all; then can your heart be redeemed? I don't think the answer is so sure. The last step of the hotel manager walked away, very much like Schindler on the black and white film, I don't know how much regret, shame and hope are divided.
I remember a few days ago, when I was "talking" with my roommate, I mentioned the "attack on the police" in Shanghai. The roommate said that she felt less disgusted and even understandable about this kind of killing with cause and effect. I cannot agree with this view. So I told her that if it was a murderous addicted murderer, I would understand who would kill whomever I saw. Because if this is the case, life seems to be more equal. In front of the weapon that takes life, the difference between man and man is only "alive" and "dead", so life becomes as equal as death, and If you don't get closer to death because of what you do, life is actually that fragile.
As for the people who were taken away by the god of death in the massacre, should it be said that they were really closer to death because of their own blood and race, or that they died in this slaughterhouse that lost human reason. Are they equal, or are those who got out early, shook their heads, sighed, and angry accusations in safety to be held accountable to their authorities?
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