The Weight of a Life
This is my first review here, and I felt compelled to write it because this film left an ache that wouldn’t fade. Some films don’t ask for your attention, they quietly take hold of it. This one does exactly that. It doesn’t rely on grand gestures or loud statements; instead, it unfolds with a calm, unsettling clarity that stays with you long after it ends. It reveals a truth we usually step around, a truth that feels too sharp to look at directly.What struck me most is the film’s attempt to level the hierarchy we have built between ourselves, animals, and even trees. It quietly challenges the viewer: if your heart aches at the death of a human, do you feel even a fraction of that sorrow when a pig falls, or when a tree is cut down? And if their loss can so easily be dismissed with the phrase ‘no other choice,’ then what keeps us from using the same justification for a human life?
This question unsettles me because it exposes how selectively we apply empathy, how readily we excuse one death while mourning another. It makes me wonder: are our feelings only based on familiarity, or on the assumption that human life is somehow more valuable?
Is the value we assign to life truly inherent, or just a comforting idea we cling to?
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