This is probably the closest I've come to crying during a film. A graphic and vulgar display of the worst kind of war. As a kid I always thought that the worst way to die was either burning or drowning. Seeing that woman barely alive, with half of her face burnt and fleshy, god. The scenes of the fire burning, and when Ruth walks through the street, and sees the lifeless, innocent animals, the soot covered carcasses, hills of debris; the idea of pain is left to pulse and grow inside of you. We've all heard about the wars in the Middle East and Africa, and as guilty as I am to admit it, I haven't taken the time to really think about how fucked up it is and how people are affected. Recently I've started to picture things differently and had to take the time to process this film. I walk around and involuntary see my school classrooms torn open and blazing, my friends writhing in pain, people gone forever. As the old saying goes, actions speak louder than words; this film screamed at me.
This is probably the closest I've come to crying during a film. A graphic and vulgar display of the worst kind of war. As a kid I always thought that the worst way to die was either burning or drowning. Seeing that woman barely alive, with half of her face burnt and fleshy, god. The scenes of the fire burning, and when Ruth walks through the street, and sees the lifeless, innocent animals, the soot covered carcasses, hills of debris; the idea of pain is left to pulse and grow inside of you. We've all heard about the wars in the Middle East and Africa, and as guilty as I am to admit it, I haven't taken the time to really think about how fucked up it is and how people are affected. Recently I've started to picture things differently and had to take the time to process this film. I walk around and involuntary see my school classrooms torn open and blazing, my friends writhing in pain, people gone forever. As the old saying goes, actions speak louder than words; this film screamed at me.