“The DMZ (1965)” is possibly the best 1960s film I've ever watched, telling the narrative of two children who try to be children in the center of a minefield while they explore the Korean border. After the signing of the Korean War armistice in the summer of 1953, a young boy and a little girl find themselves in no man's land. Because the two are merely children, they have no idea that they are in the "DMZ" or what the DMZ is; all they know is that they are alone and in danger. Skeletons and decomposing bodies, as well as abandoned tanks, overturned trucks, damaged railroads, and rusted equipment, are common sights. There are no other people around, and nature has begun to reclaim the land — wild dogs and foxes pose a threat, and little girl subsequently becomes separated from her brother after following a cute bunny into a woodland grove and being unable to find her way back.
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