(Slight spoiler) Wilde's film, where Salome takes the head of her lover, is where Norma ends her lover with a gun. Violence is called, "the joy of destruction". What about the dead, I have you, I have you, I will not lose you. Although it is a cold head with no temperature, it will not open its mouth to say that it loves me, and there is no warm palm to touch me, but I will have you forever. I can kiss your lips wantonly, and the words of refusal will never come out of your mouth. Mr. Li Zehou said: things can change and continue, only my death is irreplaceable and irreplaceable. With this "nothing" whose existence is about to disappear, I can contend against, inquire about, and curse the existence of all that exists. I killed you, and your dying eyes are so beautiful, it just blows my mind. You are slowly decaying, and you are getting more and more beautiful. I can fight all love with your death, and I can die for you if I need to. Sick love? Perhaps it is a kind of love that satisfies one's own spirit, and one's own. Death is aesthetic death, and we look at death from an aesthetic point of view. Salome kills John, Norman kills Joe, a symmetrical beauty. In fact, the flashback method at the beginning of the film first showed Joe's death, and soon guessed that the ending was Norman killing Joe, and the ending was probably implied in Norman's script. It seems that the plot is relatively simple now, but in that era, it should be very simple (personal guesses have no basis). Norma's actor is really beautiful, and with the madness of Norma's role, the persistence of being immersed in a dream and unwilling to wake up, this beauty is incisive. Exaggerated movements and expressions, out of place mansions and cars, she never felt that the present was different from the past. I've always thought that even though this obsession is hard for ordinary people to understand, someone who has this "belief" and is crazy about it is pure beauty. That was her life, that was her belief, that was what she gave everything for. It's okay to not understand, but respect it. What exactly is love? What kind of love does Norma have for Joe? Living in a skyscraper that the housekeeper alone built for her, she may need another person to convince her that the skyscrapers are real. No one has loved her for too long. Here's a quote from Salome, and perhaps what Norma wanted to say to Joe: only you are real.
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