Maybe so. The tragedy that finally settled was their only way out. The youth refuses the salvation of tolerance. Everything seems to be just a game. So Easy.
The camera passes a few pale young faces. It followed the backs of these young people, passing through the long and clean corridors, the damp lawn under the dark clouds, and the quiet faces against the flow of people, shifting light and shadow ups and downs. Extraordinarily bright and safe.
The same scene appears from different perspectives at different times in the film. The two boys met at a certain section of the corridor, where fine dust fell in the shadows from the sun. The same slender and clean figure. He raised the camera in his hand to take a picture of him. Then say goodbye. turn around. It was only a momentary thing.
They are all long and indifferent pictures, without any expectation of being remembered. They are just in front of them, swaying past, with a reserved and indifferent attitude.
The whole scene of the sky appeared three times. The beginning is the tranquil blue in the morning light. Then it gradually brightens and spreads out into an impressive color. It's just that its deepening continues to intensify without stopping, and it continues to infiltrate wantonly, becoming a density that is about to collapse.
A quiet, silent boy with dark eyes. A closer look, or a child with light freckles.
Gently stroke the dirt off your body in front of the mirror. I don't know if there is a light green light, silently and helplessly sprinkled on the boy. The child in front of the mirror frowned sadly.
Silence continued in the empty room. The warm afternoon air.
I don't know what a child like that will look like when he grows up. It turned out that he had no chance to grow up at all.
What impressed me the most was the picture of the ring shot when the piano sounded. Touch the light repeatedly.
The quiet back of the boy playing the piano. Every corner of the room in the afternoon.
Another child appeared on the sofa. Play a killing game. The figures on the screen fell one by one.
Suddenly it was an easy melody switch. The child playing the piano remained silent.
It's just that there are subtle changes in my heart, and they are no longer peaceful. Playing the piano is just trying to suppress some kind of growing unease. So the melodies no longer followed their original trajectory, and they confused him without warning. So I couldn't control it anymore, and a cruel Juechen went away.
The sound of the piano finally fell bluntly to the last incomplete scale. Embarrassed.
He made a fuck gesture with his back to the camera, and the kid behind him laughed.
If it wasn't for the scene where they walked into the camera with their guns on their backs, the results would have been unimaginable.
The sky reappears. Dark clouds came up. Endless spread and coverage. Gradually fade away all light.
Just hear the wind. Roughly brushed in the ear.
The gunshots sounded, and the child who raised the gun did not hesitate. Those straightforward falls seem to be just as easy as a game, and life is fragile. The corners of the young mouth rose slightly, and his face was intoxicated and satisfied. Change seems to be only a momentary thing. All the despair and shame in his memory have been completely washed away by the weapons in his hands and the spreading cries.
Van Sant's story, this time is a revenge two children face the world. There is no reason worth pursuing deliberately, and there is no reasonable consideration. For them, it may end up being a game of shoot-to-kill that doesn't come out, and one shot kills them.
The child holding the gun, the camera slowly moved away from him. The sound of the piano drowned out the last shot.
Then the sky lost all light.
2007.2.
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