This is a story about a mother's love that is cruel, blind and stupid. It is a story about a mother who can redeem everything or destroy everything for the sake of redemption. A mother and a foolish son depend on each other for life. The mother pays her dignity and lives with a face full of indifference. The only bottom line is her own son. Later, a girl was killed, and her son, who had nowhere to express his adolescent lust, became the suspect. So, the mother embarked on a long road to prove her innocence.
But it is obviously not a cliché celebration film with a constant theme. It subverts and ridicules at the same time as it praises. This is the beauty of "Mother". The mother pursues the truth, and the so-called truth turns out to be the most unbearable cruelty. When she raised an iron rod and smashed it at the old man who knew the garbage, and set the hut on fire, all the so-called warmth and true feelings changed beyond recognition at that moment. This mother, she wiped a fact from reality, and then carried a huge burden, wounds and guilt on her heart. This mother, she tried her best to abandon her conscience, but in the end, she might be doing it for herself, to atone for herself, and to find a balance. This mother, she believes in some kind of weird emotional logic in her heart, but you can't say that she is wrong. There is no so-called right or wrong in this world. The human judgment system is so complicated. because you don't fully understand.
I am constantly reminded of the dance at the beginning and end of the movie. My mother was standing in the middle of the mountains, the wind was blowing through the sky, and the waist-length reeds were swaying and rustling. In the wind, my mother danced a strange dance to the faint beat of the drums. There was no expression on her face, or that expression you couldn't read, it was loose and tense, mysterious and hopeless, there was some kind of uncontrollable ecstasy in the silence... You can't guess that someone who just killed What kind of relief and forgiveness does the woman of truth have, because from another point of view, she saved her son, or saved her entire life. She dances on the wasteland, in her own inner wasteland, dances.
In prison, she met the Japanese boy who became the so-called murderer in place of his son, the Japanese boy who was also mentally handicapped but had no mother. Like his son, she was the pain and scar of the world, but he had no mother, which meant However, the Japanese boy has been completely abandoned and forgotten by this world, and his existence as a painful individual has reached a terrifying face. Faced with this, there is nothing the mother can do, and if she has a choice, she must choose her own son. Because the Japanese teenager spends his whole life in prison, no one will feel the abyss of despair, he has no mother. This is a war between two people against one person, and who wins and who loses can be seen at a glance.
At the end of the movie, the mother uncharacteristically gets on the bus and goes on a trip. Before leaving, her son sent her and said: I want to give you something.
On her lap was a box of silver needles—a box of silver needles she had forgotten where the old man was picking up trash. Once, she used to use this iron box to poke needles everywhere to earn a little money, and she was also right. The son said that by sticking a needle in a certain acupoint on his thigh, all bad memories can be forgotten. She also said this to the old man who was picking up litter. If there is one flaw in the perfect sin she committed, it is that she left on the scene irrefutable evidence that this fire could not be destroyed. Then, the son, who was released from prison, found it in the rubble. The son said: Mom, why are your things there?
Obviously, we can't imagine the shock and fear of the mother at that time. And the trace of doubt and hatred that emerged from the bottom of her heart, looking at her son's blank, innocent and beautiful face, she hurried out of the station and stepped on the bus.
The bus moved forward facing the setting sun, the travelers got up and clapped and sang, and some people danced. Only my mother sat quietly by the window, looking at the sunset sadly and desolately. Then, she picked up a silver needle, lifted her skirt, and tied it to her thigh.
Then she got up and joined the dancing crowd. The dazzling light hit her closed eyes and her indifferent face, hit her swaying hair and body, the music was blurred, she just kept silent and danced.
In fact, conscience has never been extinguished, but it has made a choice between this side and the other side, and there is no right or wrong between the two sides, it just needs to choose. On the other hand, family love has never had the right to choose. So, between choice and no choice, between crossroads and no way back, which side will be damaged, life itself has given the answer.
There is one scene that I will never forget. The silly son was in a hurry to go out to find the boss to play, and the mother chased after him with the medicine. The son stopped to urinate on the side of the street, and the mother came forward to give medicine. One faces the wall while urinating and drinking, the other faces the street and tiptoes to feed the medicine, her chin is open, staring at the face of the son who drinks medicine, at that moment, the mother as a being has disappeared, and the rest of the world has disappeared. , she doesn't care about passers-by or her own pain, the only thing she cares about is whether the medicine in her hand can be left without a drop. The son left, the mother stood there, stared at the long pool of urine stains for a while, raised her feet and rubbed the thorns, as if rubbing away a mouthful of phlegm that had just been spit on the side of the road. Then, she took a slate to cover the wall. Looking back, the drooping arm holds the empty bowl and walks away. The camera was quiet, but it didn't move for a long time, only facing the pool of wet urine that was half covered by the slate, and couldn't stop, like a thick sigh that didn't want to let go.
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