most of the time, when watching movies that attempt to portray big historical events i can’t shake off the feeling that I’m witnessing a reconstruction of something, a sort of paper cut-out version of actual events and feelings. the wind that shakes the barley is, in its essence, the opposite of that; it’s both scrupulous in portraying the specific time period and universal in depicting the struggles of its heroes. what makes it so bone-chilling, for me, is that while watching…