there is something so undeniable about the trans interpretation of all of this movie.

too easy of a short. a fun explanation that is dull and thought-impeding the moment you take the trouble to show it.

reinvent the story to tell, pieces wait to be put together and taken apart again, maybe the point is to come back to the same, maybe it isn't. tons of shyamalan's most serious feelings are probably on display, doubtless tons of fun for him and everyone else to make.

Before the cannon blows, the soldiers plug their ears, without exception for Napoleon. Despite everything he will become, his fragility, emotionally before physically, as another one of them, is apparent. But he loved Josephine, as she and his men did him, struggle with the love's facts as he might. And when the explosion's terror has went, what will they recount, even in Napoleon's lifetime?