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reality!
Alexander 2022-04-22 07:01:31
So real. Facing his daughter's visit, the old man said, what do you want to talk to me about? Send your mother to your house? Or send it to a nursing home? For those who take care of the elderly, visiting is not of any substantial help. It not only hurts the person being cared for (unable to accept their own state), but also hurts the person who takes care of them, as if they came to check on work. I think the old man to the old lady is like the name of the movie, it is love. He finally killed her even more love. As far as he is concerned, he can leave everything to the nurse, and he can send her to a nursing home hospital without caring about her wishes, so that he can easily face the public opinion, but the old man did not. He was also angry that she didn't want to drink water (he wanted to end his life by not eating or drinking), but in the face of her howling in pain (the nurses had become accustomed to it), he decided to end her pain. This is true love. She died, no more pain, and he died too.
Extended Reading
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Anne: What would you say if no one came to your funeral?
Georges: Nothing, presumably.
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Georges: [telling a childhood memory] ... some banal romance or other about a nobleman and a lower middle-class girl who couldn't have each other and who then, out of sheer magnanimity, decide to renounce their love - in fact, I don't quite remember it any more. In any case, afterwards I was thoroughly distraught, and it took me a bit of time to calm down. In the courtyard of the house where grandma lived, there was a young guy at the window who asked me where I'd been. He was a couple of years older than me, a braggart who really impressed me. "To the movies," I said, because I was proud that my grandma had given me the money to go all alone to the cinema. "What did you see?" I started to tell him the story of the movie, and as I did, all the emotion came back. I didn't want to cry in front of the boy, but it was impossible; there I was, crying out loud in the courtyard, and I told him the whole drama to the bitter end.
Anne: So? How did he react?
Georges: No idea. He probably found it amusing. I don't remember. I don't remember the film either. But I remember the feeling. That I was ashamed of crying, but that telling him the story made all my feelings and tears come back, almost more powerfully than when I was actually watching the film, and that I just couldn't stop.