I must say, my impression of this particular scene was something perhaps a little different.
If one invests a certain amount into the legal system (which I do not) then the 'not guilty' verdict is truth and fact, as far as that goes. Outside of such confidence, the verdict is, of course, not anything to settle on, I don't think.
Not that i think he was guilty of his brother's murder. Even if he was, I don't necesarily condem him for that; mercy killings're something that we lack significantly in our modern culture, if ya ask me.
But anyhow, in my estimation, this documentary was less about who killed whom, or the presence of that fact. Rather, it is a study of what is, the verdict (if you're of a subversive mind) not particularly important, not in regards to, simply, what is.
Anyhow, the point: the pig scene, to me, is to remind us of the presence of death. It is, after all, what the less discrimenating viewer is concerned about. We're afforded numerous conjectures surrounding William's death (conjecture that is not fully explained, ever, so that we have no way of judging it as pure fiction or relevant to the prosecution's case, or any point in between, it should be noted); it is, in fact, the ostensible impetus for the film as a whole. But we only ever see this reality in brief, a seconds-long shot of the medical examiner holding up William's morgue photo, barely indistinguishable from his brothers.
A simple life, as the last poster suggested, is what these people live. But what does that mean, in reality? A close acquaintance with death, among other things, and hardships that become so ingrained and stiff in the mind that they resemble the clothes not washed for six months, as one old codger related.
Whether you think he offed his brother or not, this scene seems to capture a presence, a fact; that there is a necessity that most of us are not equipped to answer to.
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