can like it or not pleasure, but it gets in your head, you weigh on the heart. If you did not like, you can not ignore it even if we banish the thought that you molested as a fly with a buzz incessant, maddening, and if you liked, or rather, if you enjoy, you feel the need to analyze situations, not to have a clearer view of the representation, but to find a way out of endless horror that assails you with violence. The desire for revenge is like a cry havoc imploding in you by your heart, you would like to crush insects like these parents disgusting perverted and unclean, that uncle perverted, lustful, cynical that refreshing, smart, repulsive, but this violence is required on a leash by the victims and is steeped in the relationship between wheat and Cancion Canbett and Canfil, that despite his anger, expresses her desperate need for love by agreeing to take the hand of Cancion, now dying, with a hesitation and apprehension touching.
One scene in particular struck me: one in which Cancion dying father to ask for help. It would be easy to accentuate the dramatic, given the situation, but I appreciated the extent to which it is made: there is weary resignation to the obvious waste, but I have "read" as an offer of redemption to the abominable father, as a last hope before I die.
The child must be born out of the role of "the fruit of incest" to become the driving force towards a life worthy to be called such.
Vincent Colombo
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