How do you write about something that is, cinematographically, absolutely gorgeous but which, paradoxically in doing so, highlights the suffering of labourers? Behemoth by Chinese director Zhao Liang had me somewhere between "wow, this is beautiful" and "oh my, this is so depressing". This constant shift was a bit like a rollercoaster, although, I'm frank, the beauty of . . .
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