I think I was tricked by Almodóvar, the Spanish man who always plays his cards out of line. I've heard this "Tell Her" a long time ago and bought it, but I just put it there and never watched it again. It was a sunny afternoon, I was sitting idle by the window, just finished eating, and now there is a warm sun shining on me, such a day is really good! There was no one in the dormitory, they were busy all day, but I was very free. In fact, I should be very busy, but I didn't have that string in my mind. I wonder if I had the wrong birth in my previous life. Maybe I wanted to be a pet dog and cat, but I ended up becoming a human. Maybe the goddess fell asleep. Watch "Tell Her"! The film review is good, and the director is also good, so you shouldn't be disappointed to see it. It begins with a pantomime, two women who are no longer in their splendor dance and run around on the stage at will, and a man with glasses removes all the chairs that are in the way for them in horror. Are they blind? Not like. They just closed their eyes tightly, as if living in their own inner world. There were two audience members in the audience, one was a middle-aged man, slightly bald. The other is a young man, who looks very ordinary, the kind that grabs a lot on the street. With the deduction of the mime on the stage, the middle-aged man moistened his eyes, and the young man turned his head to look at him and looked at him again. I also cried at this time. Because one of those two women, that feeling, very much like my dead grandmother. She was only wearing a white dress that resembled pajamas, with a low neckline, but she didn't have the plump breasts she took for granted. Instead, she could see her ribs, wrinkled, old, with signs of age. At the beginning, my grandmother also showed me her breasts, to be precise, it should be the upper body! The skin is yellow, old and wrinkled, it feels rough, and it feels bad. The breasts that symbolize the identity of a woman are already shriveled into a layer of skin, wrinkled together, folded together, and there is a black nipple in the middle, which is shocking. Back then, I couldn't understand my grandmother's actions, and I didn't make any proper response to that aging body. But now, when I saw the woman's skinny ribs and tight chest, I suddenly began to miss it. The body of my grandmother has raised six children and gave birth to thirteen children. Like greedy leeches, they sucked up her plump body, and as a result, in old age, she was left with only a handful of bones and passed through the last years. Such a simple yet meaningful start. Almodóvar captured me effortlessly, the kind of writing in the nuances that make people avoid it. Next, the story gradually took hold. The middle-aged man is a writer, and his girlfriend is a bullfighter. In the eyes of ordinary people, that kind of work is only monopolized by men. A young man is a nurse in a hospital, looking after plants that have turned into plants human patient. He is enthusiastic and thoughtful, experienced, and likes to whisper to his patients, because in his opinion, those patients can be heard, and he never distinguishes them from normal people in his mind. How can the lives of these two men meet? The female bullfighter had an accident in the bullring, and the hospital that was sent to happened to be the one of the young nurse. And so the journey of the two began. During this period, the emotional lives of these two people were also interspersed, and this is what moved me. Once, a male writer went to a party with his girlfriend, and there was a live performance there. That song made me cry. I haven't heard such a deeply touching song for a long time, so soulful, so moving, it seems that its beauty cannot be described in any language. The lyrics are good, and they write the feeling of falling in love and wanting to stop and want to leave. I was moved, I was hit, the music was like a stream of heat pouring down from the top of my head and I couldn't resist. The writer wet his eyes again. This man looks rough on the outside, but has a delicate heart and is easily emotional. After that, something happened. In a match, the female matador took off the red covering cloth at the moment when the bull rushed towards her. She let Niu stab herself fiercely, once, twice, three times... I don't know why I cry at this moment. Is it distressed? seems not. It was tears because I didn't know why, it was because the female bullfighter gave up on herself at that moment. Why make such a choice? Even if it's because of the revival of the old relationship with your ex-boyfriend, you can sit down and talk slowly! Why did you choose such an extremely cruel way to push yourself and the people who love you into an abyss of eternal doom? Really can not understand, really cry heartbreak. Later, the days in the hospital gradually became dull, and the male writer occasionally came to meet the male nurse. This female patient is the object of his admiration. She was a former ballet dancer and often practiced in the hall across from the male nurse's house. Over time, the male nurse developed a favorable impression of her, and finally one day he mustered up the courage to speak to her, and also knew her home address. The girl's father is a psychiatrist, and the young man took the opportunity to seek medical advice and went to the girl's house. After he finished his illness, he just caught up with the girl taking a shower in the bathroom. He stood outside and stared at the blurred shadow inside for a few minutes. Then he rushed to the girl's bedroom and took a hairpin out of her. Is this feeling of love understandable? Of course, if you love her, you will love everything about her. Finally after a rainy day, the girl Did not appear in the lobby. She had a car accident that day, lay in bed, and turned into a vegetative state. When the young man heard the news, he immediately signed up as a caregiver and was hired as one of the girl's caregivers because of his excellent skills. It's four years at a time. Wiping, bathing, changing clothes, shampooing, and even changing sanitary napkins during menstruation are all done by male caregivers. Is this relationship good? No matter what, the young man is very satisfied, he can be with the person he loves every day, that's enough. If the story continues like this, will it have a happy ending? But life is a legend, and nothing will be peaceful. The male writer heard that on the day of the accident, what the female bullfighter wanted to talk to him about was breaking up, because her ex-boyfriend came to get back with her again. At that moment, there was no expression on his face, but his hands were shaking slightly, and his heart was so painful, right? It turned out that he had been dreaming from beginning to end. A male care worker has been jailed for raping a female patient and making her pregnant, and the consequences are expected to be severe. He had previously told a male writer that he wanted to marry a female patient, and the writer severely criticized him. How can a vegetative person get married? They are unaware and have no right to make choices. But I think we get along better than most couples! The young man's words choked the writer and made me ponder. Yes! Maybe their relationship is more harmonious and happy than most couples, but the law does not allow it! No, no, it's against the law. Human beings originally made laws for a better production and life, but now they find themselves tied up by their own inventions. Writers go far away, go on vacation, write travel brochures, and even more so to forget a relationship. Soon after, he found the news of the female bullfighter's death in the newspaper, and called the hospital to greet the male nurse, but he did not know that the male nurse was already in prison. He came back again. went to jail. Saw young men. Now he has a long beard and has not shaved, and he looks haggard. The writer asked him why he did that. Why? If we say it's for love, will anyone believe it? can you? In this urban place where everything is based on lust. Afterwards, the young men rented their house to the writer. The room is not big but clean. The writer saw the pictures of the girl from different periods, which were beautiful and real, but also very sad. The writer can't find where the girl is now, the hospital has already been transferred to another home, and she doesn't know the child's life or death. Everything is as if it never happened, there is no trace. One day, the writer accidentally glanced at the window and saw a girl in the rehearsal hall across the street! gosh , she woke up. At that moment, there was a kind of excitement and emotion in my heart. Perhaps, it was the young men's whispers day and night that woke her up and pulled her back from the bottomless abyss of memory. However, the lawyer said that the information should be kept secret and that the young man could not be told, for fear that he would do something abnormal, which would be detrimental to the court trial. The writer is contradictory, should I tell? After all, there is a lot of credit for him, and this is the person he loves. Although the child is dead, the adult is alive, which is more important than anything else. The second time I went to prison, the writer endured a few times, but still didn't say anything, just told the young man that the child was dead. The light in the young man's eyes dimmed immediately, but it didn't take long for him to cheer up again, saying that it was alright, as long as he knew that the girl was fine. The young man also said that in fact, he really wanted to hug the writer now, but he had not been approved for several visits, so he could only use the phone through the glass. He said that in fact, he had never hugged anyone since he was a child, except his mother. But now I feel very lonely, and I want to find someone to hug and be close to. Tears fell from the writer's eyes, and so did I. Sometimes, I also have skin cravings and want to cuddle. To put it bluntly, human beings are essentially social animals, and they need to interact with and contact people. Staying in that desolate place, people will become indifferent. The writer came home feeling very tired, very tired. So much has happened, what should I do? no idea. Then go to sleep! Maybe in sleep, everything will get better, everything will be as before, peaceful and beautiful. The next day, the phone text message came. The dying words of a young man. I cried. In fact, the tears have not stopped since the beginning, but now I cry out loud, and I want to vent all my emotions. The young man just left, he couldn't even hug anyone, he just left alone. And the world still has to live obediently, no matter how difficult or difficult this life is, it must continue. In the end, the writer and the girl met at a ballet performance. The girl's face was shining, she was smiling, and the world became peaceful and beautiful. But no one knows what is hidden behind this smile, is it the life of a young man? Still a blank memory. I've always been skeptical of this, and I'd rather believe she remembers, if only in fragments. The voice that spoke to her all day would remain in her mind, sinking in the deepest and deepest seabed, waiting for the next reincarnation encounter. 2005.11.1
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