The phoenix did not fly away, but crumbled. . . I watched this movie.
I didn't like him at all. Although, of course, there is a lot of poetry, light, hopes, dreams. . .
The story of love - against the background of the war that has just died out, amid devastation, not only external but also internal, in the hearts and souls of those who survived.
Germany - Germans and Jews, yesterday friends and visited each other, had a common sweet past, friends and acquaintances, sometimes loved each other or as if they loved each other. And now, some destroy others, wipe them off the face of the earth, maim, humiliate, humiliate, trample, turn them to dust. . .
And now, dear, crippled, but survivor, unknown as survivor, the woman returns home, on the ashes of a former happy life, mutual feelings, a quiet family hearth. . .
What is she doing in the midst of the utter madness she just experienced? She's trying to recreate what's gone. . .
With a husband who didn't recognize her and betrayed her. But, of course, she doubts this, does not believe, seeks the past, finds and is reborn. Like a phoenix. . .
It is only on her hand, under her sleeve, that the unscorched concentration camp number burns, and her voice, though shaking and breaking, remains the same, oddly enough. . .
Fake everything from the beginning to the end. The situation, the love, the desire to return everything and become the same again. . .
You can't, you can't, you can't get out, and it dissolves in the air, permeated with light. . .
To me, the friend of this woman who killed herself is much more honest and understandable, because she was unable to come to terms with what this survivor was doing to herself quite voluntarily, unbearably stupid and, to the last drop, desperately. . .
I read and watched a lot about the Holocaust, concentration camps and survivors. I can believe that such a story could have been, but I cannot forgive.
To them, to the Germans, for the fact that she, a Jew, is again seeking their sympathy and understanding, despite all that they have done to her. And millions of others like her, regardless of age, gender and human attachments. . .
Nope. I will not forgive the red dress, the Parisian shoes, the red hair. . .
3 out of 10
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