
Two days ago, the child asked me why life is bitter in life, old age, illness and death. I didn't know how to answer him at once, but I could only say that this was the Seven Sufferings of the Buddhist Family, and the mechanical recitation of the child's crying at birth was because he knew that he would suffer when he came into this world.
Maybe he grew up looking at fragments of women and understood the sufferings of life. A long 26-minute shot begins with a description of the transition from contraction to childbirth. I don't know how many times I rehearsed, but it was obvious that there was a small section in the middle of the actor when the actual shooting was still stupid. I remember that in the iron chair of the hospital's maternity area, I almost didn't do anything, and those few hours my eyes were staring at the door of the delivery room, waiting for the doctors and nurses inside to call out their names.
It hurts to watch because it's too TM realistic. The mood for the first thirty minutes lasted more than an hour. In fact, they are all waste scenes that should be cut out of normal commercial films, with a little plot point, flashing by. The only scene where the heroine's mother said a minute of lines from the previous history of the family actually jumped out of the scene.
Forcibly interpreted, life, old age, illness, death, resentment will love and can't help but ask for it, but with the long shot of the first thirty minutes, a big new word is engraved with 120 minutes of emotions.
The director should not know the Seven Sufferings of the Buddha, but he must know that the latter emotions have been seen in various movies.
Only the sufferings of life have not been explained.