The DVD jacket is printed with a very emotional translation, called "Life and Death Reading", which makes people associate with sentences like "Life and Death". There will be more lingering sorrow in general. I prefer to translate it literally as "reader", which is emotionless, vague, and uncertain, just like how this movie made me feel, and my desire to cry has nothing to do with "life and death".
The beginning of the movie is awkward, and the relationship between the two is deformed and unequal no matter how you look at it. Even if there are very literary and fresh plots such as "bicycle trip" in the back, the essence is still the same: he can't consider her past, and she can't participate in his future, just like an impromptu affair in a ridiculous trip , Seeing each other as dazzling and fragile beautiful things, they always want to hold this thing in their arms, and they seem to be so heartless that they can give up when they say give up.
In the final analysis, they are destined to be only passing companions, heading in completely different directions. How did you meet? It was just an accident, or to put it bluntly, it was just an impulse. Sex is an instant experience, and love is a long-lasting memory. He read it aloud for her, and a vivid fragrance was extradited to the other side of what was suspected to be love.
After writing the above sentence, I began to laugh at myself, it's so vulgar, as if everything can be linked to "love", and I also deny that "The Reader" is a romance film. I just have a strange feeling that I can't define: is it love? uncertain. Have you thought about it? No result. Will you forgive? do not know. Can it be redeemed? Not sure. Just like Hannna's vague concept of right and wrong, when she was brought to court as a Nazi war criminal, she seemed to be a child who only knew the truth and accidentally brought out a hurtful sentence. Even the survivors of the original concentration camp could not describe the strangeness of Hannna. She seemed kind and determined to do the most cruel thing. She took special care of young and frail Jewish girls. She asked them to read to her, and then sent them to death. The road, because a steady stream of people are sent in every day, one of her duties is to make room for the newcomers. Her work is no different from ordinary people. As a guard, she meticulously adheres to order and responsibility. She would rather watch hundreds of lives burn to death than go against the original intention of her profession. What a bloody price. She asked the judge, if it were you, what would you do?
I wonder if this is the "collective unconscious" of the Germans?
What is the charm of Hannna? Or is she just as obsessed with Michael because she's in a special, ingenious time and place? Sitting on the court seat, the dull-looking Hannna still brought tears to Michael's face. At this time, he was no longer a clumsy and enthusiastic little boy. He could use all his sincere energy to send flowers, write love poems, and write about pure love. The young man's mind no longer exists, but he still seems to care. How much do you care? How long can you care?
I put countless question marks on the "reader", and finally found that there was no solution, and I only came up with eight words: the elephant has no shape, and the sound is loud.
Some people also say that its intangibility and hope is another form of incompleteness, including the decolorization of Nazism, war, and trials. I'm not that deep, I'm just always wondering, which ones are worth highlighting? Which are worthy of the deepest sympathy and care? 124 minutes of a movie, what truths can be clearly explained?
Back to Michael, he seems to be able to move forward as well. He approached other girls and finally chose one to marry, but I suspect that Hannna's back is still stubbornly entrenched and haunted. Does Michael finally go from a "teenage goth" to a gloomy lawyer Ralph Fiennes under the intervention of this ghost?
He continued to read for her, tapes were sent to prison in boxes, and while Hannna fell asleep with a voice, Michael was exiling the people around him one by one. Those women who are eager to enter Michael's soul, his ex-wife, girlfriend, daughter, do they feel pain?
And Hannna, she can be numb to the fact that she was an executioner for the SS, but she only cares about the little secret that she is actually an illiterate, she thinks she is innocent, but in order to keep this secret, she would rather slowly in prison consume lives. Hannna finally said, It doesn't matter what I feel, It doesn't matter what I think. The dead are still dead. Does her pain hurt?
Everyone has pain in their heart, and these pains will never become insignificant because there are other larger and more compassionate pains in the world. The reason is that you will feel ashamed and feel that maybe your pain is not enough. But what others may seem to be insignificant pain, to ourselves, is still absolute, concrete, and enormous, and that experience is real and unique.
So I thought of another word: redemption.
"Redemption" is a word I particularly hate right now. This word is actually quite innocent, but it has been abused by too many hypocritical people, and it can be redeemed at every turn.
Has Hannna thought of "redemption"? I guess she may not be so hypocritical or so literary. But Hannna in prison did give birth to another childish gesture: she received Michael's tape and heard the voice read aloud again, she panicked and pressed the stop button, overwhelmed; she asked Michael to read more for her So many romance novels; Michael sat across from her, and her first reaction was to stretch out her hand and say, you kid has grown up. As for the final reaction of the hand being withdrawn, it may have made her feel that all forms of connection between the travelers who had traveled together had ended, and that the road of redemption that was comforted in her memory and worth fantasizing about had finally come to an end.
Having said that, what is "Homecoming"? When the ending song played, I was really uncomfortable. In fact, life and death are just ordinary things, but what really makes people sigh and mind is the fact that here and now, we must completely say goodbye, and from now on, we will travel separately.
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