On a peaceful afternoon, I wanted to watch a movie quietly. Among the many movies, I chose the French movie "AMOUR", the Chinese translation is "Love". On the cover of the poster, an old female face is held by her lover's cheeks and her eyes are dull.
After the long silent title with black background and subtitles, with a short and sudden sound, the door was pushed open, and a firefighter with a dignified expression appeared at the door. The smelly house, the tightly sealed bedroom was pried open, and a neatly dressed lady was lying on the bed with a bouquet in her hand, and the pillows were covered with yellow and white daisy flowers. She had gray hair, a thin face, and corpse spots on her temples—she had been dead for days.
Anne and Georges are in their eighties, both retired, educated music teachers. Their daughter, Eva, is also a musician and lives abroad. The two old men lived an elegant and tasteful life. They went to the students' concert together and talked happily on the bus home. When he got home, he helped her hang up her coat and said, "I think you are very beautiful tonight." She replied, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"
The next morning, the two of them had breakfast together, she helped him wash the hot eggs, and he murmured trivial things to her. Suddenly, she didn't move, her eyes were dull, and she didn't respond to his calls and touches. Just when he changed his coat and was about to go out to ask for help, she miraculously recovered, but she had no memory of what happened just now, and the hand that picked up the teapot couldn't stop shaking.
This is a loving couple. Their daughter Eva said: "I often heard you have sex when I was a child, which reassured me. It means that you are very loving and the family will never be separated." He asked her with a smile: "What do I look like in your heart?" She smiled sweetly and shyly like a girl: "Sometimes like a monster, but very kind." However, their love, starting from this morning, The challenge - she had a stroke and was paralyzed on the right half of her body.
She's a decent lady and asking him to stop sending her to the hospital, not having to look at herself all the time, and not feeling guilty, that would just stress her out. Lying on the bed, she was reading with her glasses on, turning the pages with her flexible left hand. However, from the need for him to stand up from the wheelchair with his knees and hands on his waist, to the need for him to lift himself up from the toilet and pull up his panties, her strong heart was eroded a little bit.
When he returned home from his friend's funeral, he found her sitting on the ground by the window, the window was open, it was raining outside, and the wheelchair was standing quietly. He was a little angry, and she seemed to be angry. He talked about the situation at the funeral, and she said: "There is no point in continuing to live, the situation will only get worse, why should we suffer like this... You are so dedicated Trying to make it easier for me, but I don't want to go on."
She was too proud to be decent enough to maintain. When he got up in the morning, he found her clothes wet. He found a towel and put it on the wheelchair. She couldn't control her urination. She got angry, pressed the wheelchair button, and ran away quickly.
My daughter came to see her and talked about her life, about stocks and real estate. She was lying on the bed, her lower lip slanted to one side, struggling to pronounce: "I have...grandmother...a woman has a house...a house...money..."
She can't express herself fully.
He took good care of her. Shampoo her hair, put her shoes on, walk her around, read newspapers to her until she falls asleep. He dreamed of the elevator that had been demolished at the door, and the empty corridor, and a hand suddenly stretched out from behind to cover his mouth. He loves her, but this love is getting heavier and heavier.
He listened to the music, watched her play the piano gracefully, she was healthy, charming and confident. He fell into deep thought, then turned off the music and returned to reality.
He fed her and put a towel on his chest. He said, "Eat, dear, you only have three bites."
She squirmed her mouth and said slowly, "Mom goes to the concert..."
"what?"
"Mom went to the concert...no...no dress..."
She seemed to be trying her best with every word she uttered.
"On...the bridge...on..."
"On the bridge..." He guessed what she meant and encouraged her.
"Ya...Yavi..."
"The Bridge of Avignon... on the Bridge of Avignon... come on, Anne."
"Dance, dance..."
"Dance together on the bridge of Avignon, dance together. On the bridge of Avignon, we make a circle and dance together."
He fully expressed her meaning, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
The nurse changed her diaper and gave her a bath, and she cried "ah" and "ah". She remained in perfect shape but her visibly aged body was exposed.
He hired another nurse for her. This young girl was impatient, she combed her hair vigorously, and even turned a blind eye when it hurt. She insisted on asking her to look in the mirror and say, "Look, is she beautiful?" She didn't want to see herself like this at all. It also completely destroyed her will to survive.
He fed her water and she kept her mouth shut. He said, "Don't do this, you will die if you don't drink water, do you really want that?" She looked at him with bright eyes. He said, "I can't let you die of thirst. If you keep doing this, I'll call Bertil and take you to the hospital... I'm running out of patience." He got angry and forced water into her mouth , she spit it out, he couldn't control it for a moment, and slapped her face. He immediately showed remorse and guilt, while her face was sad and disheartened.
When his daughter came to visit, he said, "Your mother is just as she thought, no improvement, more and more like a helpless child. For both of us, it is very sad and dignified." In the bedroom, touching her face, she made an angry and painful sound from her throat, calling "Mom" over and over again.
He shaves and hears her cry of pain. He came to the bed and she moaned as he told her stories.
When he was about to graduate from elementary school, his parents sent him to summer camp. The camp is an old castle that lives in the forest. I get up at six in the morning and jump into the lake, and the activities are full from morning to night. The most terrifying thing is the food. On the third day after reporting in, he eats rice pudding for lunch. He hates rice pudding the most. A counselor said to him, "If you don't eat clean, don't even think about leaving." As a result, everyone left after eating, and he was left alone to sit there and cry. He and his mother had a secret agreement to write to her every week, promising to send postcards. If he wants to stay, he draws flowers; if he doesn't, he draws stars. The result was a postcard full of stars.
She calmed down. He grabbed the pillow and covered her face, suffocating her.
This is the most shocking scene in the entire film. Many netizens cried in this scene, moved by his fulfillment for her, the expression of the deepest love. Watching it a second time, listening to him tell that childhood story, I think maybe this understanding is correct. She couldn't express it, but he saw the stars she painted, she tried to jump out of the window when he went out to the funeral, she refused to drink water, she had long wanted to stay in this world, this summer camp full of pain and powerlessness, so he sent She "goes home".
However, the most intuitive feeling this scene brought me was not the sublimation of love, but disillusionment. As he said, he was running out of patience, and this situation was very sad and dignified for both of them. In the days and nights of taking care of her, watching her once graceful and restrained lose her ability to take care of herself a little bit, exposed naked in front of strangers, shouting and moaning without self-control or even unconsciously, this scene may have been in his mind more than once flashed. The moment he covered her face with the pillow, his heart must have been extremely complicated and struggling, he really wanted her to be free, but more, maybe to free himself. He couldn't take it anymore, couldn't afford it, and wanted to end it all.
What I see more than love is life. Love is so beautiful, we imagine it to be infinitely great, but in the face of the passing of life, it is weak and humble. Did Georges' love truly comfort Anne when she was suffering from the pain and the humiliation it brought? Has her dignity been preserved? no. Love cannot compete with aging, cannot compete with sickness, and cannot compete with death.
I have always felt that aging has an odor, that damp and rotten smell. Even across the screen, even though Anne and Georges were such clean and beautiful people, the smell could still be vaguely smelled.
Death did not come suddenly, it was planned for a long time. That smell means death is approaching.
Life is reincarnation. A newborn baby sleeps, eats, and excretes, while a sick elderly person loses the ability to read and think, to the point of losing consciousness, giving up the spiritual world and life experience, and returning to pure physical needs, sleeping, eating, and excreting. The baby is detached from the mother's womb. Before opening its eyes, it can intuitively and accurately find the mother's nipple, while the old man is lying on the bed, his eyes are open, and he calls "Mom" over and over again.
There is a scene in the movie where Anne flips through the photo album, which shows her from being a little girl to getting married. She said, "It's beautiful." Georges asked, "What?" She said, "Life." Then she said, "It's been long. It's been a long road."
Yes, life is beautiful. But we will say goodbye to this long road.
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