片如其名真正拍出了宁静 “Convey me to some peaceful shore, Where no tumultuous billows roar, Where life, though joyless, still is calm, And sweet content is sorrow's balm. There free from pomp and care, to wait, Forgetting and forgot, the will of fate.”
Each man kills the things he loves, but this “holf-man” just strives to save and protect — at the expense of himself. The gentle portrayal occasionally takes on a fairytale quality, but the repeated emphasis on inmates’ inability to adapt to freedom proves ultimately pessimistic.