In the film, when the priest crushed the cup with his hands, his heart throbbed a little.
Clearly see a greater power, cold but distinct. In this small imprisoned place, it seems like a powerful destiny.
Bess is the mother of emotions, so strong that the body has no shape, only extreme emotions, cascading down like a waterfall, feeding and hurting themselves at the same time.
Only love is the original belief, the most direct path to God.
Only her love is love.
The other is desire.
She died in the filthy desires of others, struggled to perish in sin, completed the redemption of others, and fulfilled her own beliefs.
The film ends with the sound of church bells in the sky, dang dang. . . Dangdang. . .
Love the ending, love Lars von Trier's little, abrupt, revealing, trick-or-treating humor.
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