Every simple frame loaded with the context of 80 years and millions of lives extinguished.

The scene of Hoss locking his home at night. A man with so much power and yet no sense of security or safety. 

The scene of the Hedwig and the help frantically bathing the children after swimming in the river flooded with remains. What lengths anyone will go to protect their children.

The scene of Hoss surrounded by a hall of black and white wretching then staring into the blackness that becomes the museum and memorial of the atrocities he orchestrated. Ambiguity stripped from the walls. Black and white only remain.

Something about this film weirdly did not connect with me which I found surprising as an assult survivor who has had all of these conversations play out in my head.

I found the color grading very distracting, to the point it disconnected me from the reality of the film. 

I also found the poetic voice over very distracting, almost melodramatic.

As an allegory for feminism I appreciated the script but in the sense that it harvested a very real story and gave it an uplifting ending, when in reality the women in real life are still suffering serial rapes feels unsatisfying, ironic, and even ethically questionable.

Greif exists in the present greif exista as a presence .