A crime happened. In this established fact, there must be victims, there must be murderers, and there must be witnesses. However, how these parties interact with each other to complete the case is all left to memory and narrative. And most of our history came about that way.
Robbers, samurai and wives each say their "will", and each embellishes and distorts part of the "truth". And the final judgment is always absent. (The judge in the yamen and the ending of the final lawsuit are absent.)
However, rewinding to the moment before the historical event, it was a breeze that blew the dress of the woman on horseback and lifted her mysterious The veil revealed her gentle and stunning face. "If it wasn't for that gust of wind, I wouldn't have killed that man." But can we blame the wind? No, so we can only lament that all this is - the necessity of chance, or fate.
Here lies the tragedy. History arises by chance (as most of the time is), but the damage has been done forever, and the loss has become eternal. In this story, the samurai loses his life, the wife loses her husband, her chastity, and, perhaps more importantly, her own hope of starting a new life, and the robber pays for his own whim with freedom and life. And all this is that gentle, mysterious and terrifying wind.
"Human life is as real as a girl, and as short as morning dew." In my opinion, the most moving part of this film is beyond the questioning and despair of truth and human nature (perhaps because it has been For the sake of talking too much), that kind of powerlessness. In the final truth, after the wife cut the ropes tied to her husband and let the two men duel to decide who would have her, the husband said with disgust and arrogance: "I might as well go to my life for such a woman. Love my horse."
——It is strange but true that women have always been in a subordinate and disadvantaged position in history. They are either the spoils of war or political victims, or the opposite of men’s consumption and objectification all the time. Yet they are the center of the whole history and truth. How does she react when the beautiful woman in the film is pushed to a position where her virginity has been ravaged by robbers and her legitimacy as a wife or husband's love and trust in her has also been lost?
Continue to fall down and cry like any woman whose fate is miserable and submissive? Do you commit suicide and then trade your life for a small piece of yellow paper passed on by the strong woman? The situation took a turn for the worse, and an amazing moment happened - the
woman raised her head suddenly, and her face was full of ridicule and helpless laughter - "It's you who are weak!" She shot back at her husband: "If you My husband, why don't you kill this man? Kill him, and then kill me, that's the real man." She scolded the robber (in the case of the disparity of power between the two): "You are not a real man either! A man can only get his woman with his sword!" Here, the courage and insight of the two burly men are not as good as that of a weak woman.
What happened next sheds light on why women are at the center of history. The two men were provoked by some words and started a duel. In the end, one was killed and the other was injured, and history was completed.
Our lives and history are full of incredible and incomprehensible places that you can't simply say is the unfathomable nature of human nature, because sometimes it is these incredible and incomprehensible things that come from the most natural factors. .
It's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, and the Rasho Gate is going to collapse. The director arranged the monk as his spokesman, repeatedly lamenting human nature and life. At the end of the film, the baby symbolizes the hope of mankind. If they are like the beggar who do evil for good, then the newborn will die; but if they are sincere and brave like the farmer, there will be hope of survival.
The rain has filled the sky. But is it true what the farmer holding the newborn is saying? We don't know - the monk stood for a long time under the Rasho Gate of the dark shadows, looking from afar. And the rainy season will come again.
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