This is the first time to see Bresson, said to be adapted from Tolstoy's novel. The camera is calm and restrained, no nonsense. The actor is a non-professional actor, and it can't be seen that he is performing. He was talking about a young man who received a counterfeit bill at work, and when he went out, he fought with someone. The police arrested him. He said it was given to him by someone else, but the person who gave it to him refused to admit it, and the young man lost his job. The young man who lost his job went to drive for his friend who robbed the bank, and the young man went to jail. The young man who was in prison and the child died because he had no money to see a doctor, so his wife ran away with him. The young man got out of prison and stayed in a hotel first, but he killed the owner of the hotel, then went to an old woman's house, the old woman took him in, and he killed the old woman's family. Finally surrendered himself. Emotionless brushstrokes tell a brutal story that is unexpectedly poignant. When I take a car in the morning and walk on the street, I am full of stereotyped and indifferent faces, like the characters under the lens of Bresson. Beneath these solid shells, many values are being subverted, many cruel decisions are being made, and many bloodless coups are being staged. The world is so crazy that no one can stay out of it. 2005.12
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