I feel nothing else but anger, fear and inhumane during the whole time watching this movie.
That was not a rope, but a life hanged at his neck. If his toes were an inch shorter, he wouldn't have the second chance to touch the ground alive. But even when his death was at hand, the background was still a peaceful afternoon filled with sunshine. Children were playing. People who dressed properly did not want to get their hands dirty, so they just watched, as if the loss of a life was as unrelated as a breeze.
So, he stayed in that "condition" for half a day, until his master came to rescue him.
"Eat. And then we dance." The masters instructed the slaves. And they enjoy watching slaves dancing and playing joyful music with a violin. Why? I don't see why it is enjoyable in any possible way, when such entertainment was forced, instead of from their own free will. Perhaps it's not the dancing nor music that make the masters feel good. It's the power that they think they own gave them superiority over people.
"Sin? There is no sin. Man does what he pleases with his properties."
This line hit me so hard. If the law has given us the right to do anything, does that mean, as a supposedly kind human being, we genuinely have the right to anything?