“A branch, broken and split, dangling year after year, clicking its song to the wind. With neither leaves nor bark, bear, wan, worn out by a long life and a long death. Its song echoes, cracking and persistent. Stubbornly, it resounds with secret anguish. For yet another summer. Yet another winter.”
"Everybody knows something was going on, and no one did a thing." "Sometimes it’s easy to forget that we spend most of our time stumping around in the dark. Suddenly a light gets turned on, and there’s a fair share of blame to go around." 摄影、表演、剧本有这三板斧电影足矣
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