During the long two hours, physical and mental strength seemed to be exhausted, and the whole person became weak, surrounded by a sense of powerlessness that reached the depths of the soul, and the knuckles of God tapped the shaky mind. Fate is like a holy and frivolous, big and small prank. Watching this grotesquely long night on the side, it seems that I have also passed through a mediocre life in a hurry.
Most of the film is dialogue, the sound of wind and snow is the background sound, as crisp and cold as freshly cut raw paper, scratching my eardrum through the screen, and the heroine's voice is like a young piece of paper, lively but hoarse, Folding out the heavy weight, this gravity drags a kind of vicissitudes of peace. Reading poetry in such a voice, and sad poetry in such a voice, is a cruel enjoyment for the listener, your past is like a struck bell, with an empty and huge echo, maybe it is too much Heavy, too straightforward, too rudimentary, but the only option is to accept it.
What drives the plot is the problem, big and small problems are solved in big and small ways, with debates, quarrels, recitations, self-talk, banter to ease the atmosphere, and friction between souls with language. They seem to be forever trapped in the problem, these social problems and philosophical thinking thrown around, from the common and profound misunderstanding of women, to the difficult living conditions of the elderly, and the physics that balances time and space: In fact, We are just a point, crossed by time, crossed by surprise. In this tension and confusion, the emotions are infinitely magnified, and the expressions and language completely dissect the emotions, exposing them to the outside world, which is dazzling and deafening. It is unadorned and too saturated. Just like the intuitive impact when you see the internal organs in the cut open pig stomach, it makes people want to vomit, and the too naked emotion is also a threat. The dialogue between the male and female protagonists is like two hedgehogs attacking each other's belly. In front of the screen, I was afraid that I might explode at any time, as if it was not only the topic that was thrown around, but also me. My emotions were integrated into their lengthy dialogue. Breathing in the cramped gap, I want to stop countless times, please, end it, hit the road.
Let's go, let's land. So to another terrible situation, neurotic parents, precarious atmosphere, like falling and being thrown high, making people feel weightless, the heroine's mentality fell into Alice's hole, the only thing that can save it is The car and the way back, but everything was thrown off the brink, out of control, and returning to the starting point may have become a luxury that is more difficult than the speed of light, shelved requests, nonsense interference, the most terrifying thing is probably despair. In desperation, even my breath is frozen forever in this snowy night, trapped by the huge time and space, making people feel unspeakable emptiness and loneliness.
There is another kind of loneliness in the aged janitor. A kind of loneliness that is like a shadow and a background. When loneliness has become a state, it may be difficult to break it. The soul that is really cold and lonely cannot be warmed, and even if there is warmth, it will be burned, so there is hope for survival It can only come from self-heating, from fantasies - fantasies about beauty, fantasies about youth, fantasies about love, which can be reflected through these beautiful expectations, but are ugly and tired souls, and there is almost nowhere to stay. The beautiful expectation also turned into a desire for destruction. The beautiful dance under the white sunlight ended with a bloody case. What fell in the pool of blood was his hatred of youth and beauty, as well as the past that was robbed by time.
The lack of self-esteem also made him grow a desire for young wisdom, so he created an idealized self, a talented young woman, that is, the heroine, and the original family did not give him a sense of security, so he let him Created another self, the male protagonist Jack. The dialogue between the two is actually the tearing and struggle of a person's soul, and the childhood photos on the wall, the school uniforms in the washing machine, and the paintings in the basement are all personality shaping. The holes created, the vacancies that cannot be filled stare into the restless heart. The conflict in the whole film is actually just a struggle between a person and himself, the calm roar, chaos and collapse, contradiction and reconciliation, all the noisy emotions become peaceful and quiet, even a little warm when entering the end of life.
What is this horror movie that scares us, the sense of loss of control, when everything becomes unpredictable, no matter how hard you try, you can't catch the rope of fate, you can only watch time pass, youth is wasted, abandoned by time, by time Trapped, ignored, forgotten, rejected all the care and attention, life is nearing the end but nothing, time is trapped in this long night, unable to move forward, unable to go back, the interlayer of time and space becomes a shackle, gradually Squeezing towards the center, life is gradually compressed into sheets, and finally becomes a point, a point passed through by time.
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