Mother

See "Mother". Unable to express the mood at the moment, Bong-ho This film, after seeing a deep sadness, very heavy despair, and a little lingering confusion.

Is right is wrong, is true false, is good is bad, is and not I really can distinguish?

A mother who always watched his son, to wash off his suspicion of murder, alone on the road to find the real killer.

But when she faced the truth, she screamed from the bottom of her heart, and his son was a murderer.

In a strong emotional agitation, the mother killed the only witness, set fire to his body.

Soon the son was acquitted, and a little madman without a mother became a scapegoat.

Mother face expressionless Needle, slowly into the crowd, carnival, disorderly dance ...

Throughout the movie, there are two key places where music suddenly stops and falls into the real "silent", a silence that scares people from the heart.

It is strange that there is no sudden out of the ghosts and goblins, there is no sudden fall out of the head, but there are several times, almost afraid to open their eyes.

Where's the thriller?

Probably with the pace of the mother to run the audience's heart has unwittingly mentioned old high, lest a little wrong, the mother short, son wronged Mobai.

Full integration into the plot, into the role, for the fate of the people worried, so that the mother's hope has become my hope that all may cause the hope of the collapse of things are enough to make people jumpy, this is a greater degree of fear of the horror.

At the moment when the plot took a sudden turn, the mother lifted the murder weapon and my heart was 1.1 cold. Did she get away with it? What would she choose between conscience and love for his son?

It is strange that I should expect a murderer to escape the sanction in my heart, and I hope that it will be free to the mother and child who killed the innocent. Where is the justice in my heart?

But everything suddenly became smooth, and when suddenly the eyes were white, the light of hope appeared without warning.

It is funny to say that the witness was killed and burned to ashes in his own house, and the police were completely unaware that it was a passionate homicide and that nothing I feared had happened.

If not-if the police were not so casual and utilitarian, and without any sense of resolution, there was no such thing as a strict attitude-then at first the son would not have confessed, and nothing would unfold.

The mother and son are faced with such a policeman, so whether or not to kill people, will not be caught in prison, seems to be a matter of luck. It is probably such chaotic order that people feel that they have no reliance, no sense of security, "can only believe in yourself, even I do not believe", so the mother can only rely on their own.

A few minutes of the opening is really almost let me point the fork in the upper right corner, in the mind to change a movie to see it.

At the end, however, the mother went to the wild, in the weeds slowly outstretched hand looked at the pale yellow blood, the wind blowing her blood dyed skirts, her rough hands slowly grasp, that moment I suddenly saw a desolate from her eyes.

It was still imprinted with her sparkling eyes, she said to her son's eyes, everywhere is sinorama.

This contrast is really cruel.

So I can't express more.

I can't judge with the simplest and the most straightforward words.

I even now doubt myself, what I have seen, perhaps nothing, only the full of complex and colic thoughts.