The title is the hero and heroine hidden in the concert, Anne had symptoms of stroke at that time. The unremarkable protagonist in the crowd appears in the mirror, and the weak person in the divided composition.
Reading, piano, home furnishing. Life is a sonata of concerts, meals, and reading. But suddenly one day, the loved one was suddenly paralyzed, and each other had no choice but to watch the situation worsen day by day, until the beloved Anne was no longer Anne. A wife who just repeats "mal, mal" in bed, or a lover who sits at the piano and plays, cooks and washes dishes, and enjoys concerts?
If Anne, who was half paralyzed, could still listen to him tell interesting stories about her childhood and comfort George who woke up from a nightmare; then Anne, who had suffered a second stroke, had inevitably become George's own nightmare.
The woman he loves was pushed around without dignity by the caregivers, stripped and rubbed by them, and kept screaming pain when she combed her hair. What an excruciating pain this is. And this pain was accompanied by his inevitable intolerance towards her, which deepened the pain many times.
And for Anne, what if being alive means no longer being able to appreciate art, or even being a burden to a loved one? She has long lost her love for life. Memories of the past, beautiful life, but it's too long.
Schubert's piano music, the room full of abstract paintings, and the two empty shots made me want to cry the most. But the director is so fierce, he didn't leave any room for sensationalism. The painting is an allegory of space, and the house has long since become a cage filled with water in a dream, just like those paintings that were originally decorated in different rooms suddenly appear still on the dark screen, one after another bluntly, only to let The originally elegant space was covered with a layer of dead silence. Similarly, when the piano music can only evoke memories of the past rather than the joy of the present, it can only be stopped hastily under George's hands.
Restrained or even deliberately not sensational, to tell a love story between life and death. Without any judgment, without any emotion, in the forbearance performance and the grim picture to torture everyone:
Is it a crushing loss of love in the face of inevitable death?
Or,
killing her beloved with her own hands is a noble victory for love when she declares war on death?
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