I just finished watching "The Buried Giant" recently. I was immersed in the torn pains of the past and present that Wistan encountered. I was thinking about how to face the enemy. I happened to meet this film and it was a lot easier. : A tat for a tat, you killed my mother, I killed you, but the two of them hummed in unison and held each other's hands before they died - the harmony and mutual warmth from the same human attributes. Secondly, I like the killer's delicate feelings for his mother: throwing expired food, running water to clean up the aftermath, accompany and kneading before going to bed, reminding to be careful when going down the stairs, diving in a suit to see off, and even putting a few stones in his pocket to accompany him for a few more seconds.
Secondly, I like the support of the idea of revenge. I can't cry when my mother is killed, and I can only indulge in the corpse of the leader who should be responsible for this. Grief must be restrained to give way to the realization of the goal of revenge.
Secondly, I like the killer's empathy for seeing himself in others-to the policeman he killed and the weak little girl, tolerant to the former, and guarding the latter.
The slow rhythm and simple plot make people feel ready to leave at any time, but there is a subtle attraction that makes people willing to sit and watch
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