We always like to simplify certain emotions, like love. In fact, the fact that two people are together does not indicate that the love is going to the end, and the general story ends abruptly here-the latter content enters the category that is not suitable for the performance of the story. "Stealing Heart" asks: How much can we love each other? Not a state, but a degree. The so-called love is no longer general, no longer empty-headed (the moon represents my heart), which is interesting. Such constant questioning, of course, will lead to a terrible ending, but it is more rational than joyful, and it can also lead to a deeper understanding of yourself.
"Hello, stranger", love each other from now on, no longer strangers, but also can't "hello" forever. What I see in this is the obstacle: what can go wrong between a pair of people who are in love. Of course, many questions arise, but what about love? They do not fit neatly into a whole, always finding a slight grain of sand in between. This strange grain of sand is not painful, even virtual, but a lingering shadow.
The most terrifying thing is not the obstacles, but the grains of sand. If it's the former, they won't get into each other and there won't be a story, and it's because of the latter that they're able to hurt each other. Because they are so keen, this grain of sand, instead of being ignored, is emphasized and magnified until it destroys their emotional fortress. Any small flaw and misunderstanding will cause an uproar, and inadvertent subtle actions will draw a huge chasm in emotion: I don't love you anymore. Loving very much is a kind of possession, but this kind of involuntary possession will destroy love.
Julia's photography exhibition is about "strangers" who appear eerie and mysterious after being frozen, with an unfathomable story hidden behind each pair of eyes. Why does Julia love photographing strangers? This is a Kundera-esque proposition. I thought that strangers would not intervene in us, they had no intersection with us, and that relationship kept us safe. On another level, we don't trust strangers who don't communicate. Natalie herself and photos are in it. Many people noticed the tears on her face, in fact, the real tears are different from the tears in the works, which are strange for no reason. In the exhibition, Natalie stared at her huge self, constantly retreating. From this moment, everything was irreversible.
It seems that honesty ruins love. The four protagonists in the film are all loving, but honest because of love, and honesty in turn kills them. Of course, this is a narrative strategy. If I really analyze this problem, I don't think it is. We all need the truth, the truth that is good for us, but this is often not the case, it is not a matter of probability, but we always think that we are the most loved, and we do not believe in others. All being strangers is the real obstacle, even in the light of love, it temporarily turns into grains of sand.
Just as Princess Pea can discern a pea, so can we feel that grain of sand in intimacy. The truth is, a person cannot be more intimate with another person, only oneself, joys and sorrows, a hundred years of loneliness.
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