On the other side of the war... even there, everything is imbued with pain, separation, a sense of doom. Doomed to live it.
In the face of a lonely woman, no longer young and limping because she has no leg, you can still see the pride and remnants of former beauty and elegance. She somehow manages to keep alive in this shelter, on this island in the middle of nowhere. And she has to answer for those whom others have abandoned, or rather some have been abandoned, and from whom relatives have been taken by war. They are all babies who have had to grow up abruptly.
The second guardian of this sad place and no one's children's lives is an old professor, living out his life, hopelessly loving this woman, but realizing that his life is coming to an end rather than that he should hope for anything else.
But she is only a woman, with her feminine weaknesses. She, with her own hands, has raised a brute who was once such an abandoned child, too. And even realizing who is in front of her, she is forced to throw herself into his arms, in order not to give in to despair, but still she has the strength to stop it all.
In general, the film is about the fact that human cruelty has no limits, and even if the war itself is somewhere far away. That the life of an innocent good child or a simple and sweet girl has no meaning. For a brat who knows nothing but his own inferiority complex, the feeling of being an eternally abandoned dog, which is basically what he was, it's hard to even say why someone like him needed the gold he was after so badly.
It's also a movie about the strangeness of the human soul, about how we don't understand what we should be more afraid of. And as this story shows, in this case we should be afraid of living people. Because it is their hands that shed blood. A soul that cannot rest, a tragedy, a moment of pain, doomed to repeat - this is the result of human cruelty.
Every time I watch films like this about the suffering of children, I am amazed that they can act like this. To live out that suffering in such a way that there is not a single doubt about the cogency of what is happening. In fact, the movie actually impresses a lot, and it has nothing to do with horror and all that, despite the abundance of mysticism. Personally, I don't like horror movies at all, but 'Devil's Backbone' has nothing to do with them. It's a very tragic, heavy, but talented and interesting film.