The whole movie is very warm, very plain, without too much exaggeration, nor too sensational. Maybe it's not one of those movies that makes you interested in watching the beginning, but as soon as you see the end, you can relate to the story.
Warm shades of light and shadow, children with different personalities, distant vague memories. The sadness and joy that overlapped in Alice's life became especially clear because of her illness. She lives in a time and space with a hazy memory, but never forgets the names of her beloved family members. When the younger daughter reads for her, she can clearly remember the company and love given by her family outside the plot.
When Alice found out she had ALS, she said, she would rather have cancer herself. She hopes that she can live with dignity and not be despised and ridiculed. But cancer patients may wish they had ALS. Because death is worse than amnesia. My mother was diagnosed with cancer last September. It was terminal and had metastasized to the brain. Instead of radiotherapy and chemotherapy, she chose to recuperate at home. It has been 6 months since her initial complete collapse, to pretending to be calm, to complete despair, to calm. Now she has good times and bad times. When she's bad, she can't control her emotions at all, and she can't stop complaining. When she's good, she just sits there quietly, her eyes are empty.
She has always been smart, strong, successful in her career, and has a very good relationship with her father. Like Alice, she is just 50 years old. When she first learned that she was ill, she always took the trouble to tell me about her past glory, and she was very sad when she finished. I advised her not to keep reminiscing about the past. She asked me, "Do I still have a future?" At that moment I was speechless and almost cried in the silence.
Because there is such a patient at home, I feel especially touched when I watch the movie. The real despair is not screaming, not screaming, but calm. It is the calmness that knows how bad and how cruel the fate is in the future but cannot change it. Alice is Kochi, and her sanity and calmness are even more desperate. She was even sober enough to plan steps for her own suicide. She understands that because life has to go on, and she still has concerns, she has to live well, even if every day is unfamiliar, even if she slowly forgets who she is. The red pills were scattered all over the ground, turning into red cherries and vivid names. Anna, Lydia, Jon.Tom. They are all still there and loving her deeply.
Love is the purest force that supports a person to live well. Alice is surrounded by love and she is happy. Her husband did not leave her because of her illness, but took good care of her; the eldest daughter knew that she was inherited and still chose to conceive and give birth to a baby, and had no complaints against her; the younger daughter gave up her favorite acting career and was always by her side around. So she still has a good reason to live. Even if her expressive ability has degenerated to the point where she can't spit out a complete long sentence, she can still clearly spit out the word "love". To a story she was about to forget, to the little daughter who told her the story.
When I see Alice, I think of my mother. My parents are very loving. After the mother was ill, the father took care of the mother like a child, enduring all her bad temper. She couldn't sleep, so he couldn't sleep; she couldn't eat, so he sighed, raised his chopsticks, and put them down. Yesterday afternoon, my mother was in good condition, so she slowly squatted while pulling on the guardrail of the living room by the window. My father followed him, stiff and clumsy. The warm afternoon sun shone on them, and there were bright silhouettes on the floor. very warm.
Everyone is rushing for their own life, rushing to an unknown destiny. When disaster strikes, only close relatives can really share, and no one else can truly understand the deep and painful pain. I love this movie for its warmth and simplicity, but also for the hopelessly realistic feel it implies. This kind of truth made me think about everything that happened in my family, and seeing Alice made me understand my mother better.
Even if I don't spend much time with her, I hope she can live in every moment and be happy every day. Like today when I baked sweet potato pancakes, gave her a small taste, and she looked at me and smiled contentedly.
Alice is still Alice.
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