not the British, nor the Irish. For us, there is no national invasion. In the movie, it is only the British who relied on more people and stronger force to arbitrarily humiliate and kill the Irish. , including the elderly and children. There may even be no reason, the random trampling of life is the most despicable part of human nature. Some of these Irish people who joined the army with lofty ideals were even children, and the war mercilessly involved the innocent and abandoned them.
Damien is a doctor. What he should do is to save other people's lives. Regardless of his status, respecting all lives is the basic duty of a doctor, but because he wants to protect Ireland, he shoots the exchanged prisoners and even watches the grown children. All he said was that he hoped Ireland was worth it. Who is allegiance to, and who is fighting for it. They fought bloody battles for Irish independence, and when their own government court was established, the speculator who provided financial assistance should have been jailed, but because he had money, the government court faced a crisis. In the end, the former comrades even killed each other...or as Damien said at the end, they knew exactly what they were against, but they didn't know what to pursue.
I am not familiar with this part of history, and I have lost a sense of empathy. It's just that I feel sorry for the brotherhood alienated by the war. Can differences in political stance really cut off the blood relationship? The title of the movie "The Wind That Shakes The Barley" comes from the song that runs throughout the movie. After Micheail was killed, grandma sat silently beside her and sang softly. In the Irish wheat fields that should have been quiet and peaceful, it was not the singing of happiness, but the sound of bullets one after another. The peace that has been pursued is built on the ruins of flesh and blood, and it has not yet been achieved.
The old for her, the new that made me think on Ireland dearly
While soft the wind blew down the glen and shook the golden barley
Twas hard the woeful words to frame to break the ties that bound us
But harder still to bear the shame of foreign chains around us
And so I said the mountain glen
I'll seek at morning early
While soft the wind blew down the glen and shook the golden barley
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