In my opinion, film as an art form stems from the fact that life is higher than life. Its greatest charm is that you can see yourself in light and shadow, and you can unconsciously reflect real life in the story. As the camera moves not only the plot, but also the generation and release of our inner emotions.
This is a simple story that happened in two days and one night, no conspiracy, no big scene. This is also a very simple story, so simple that the whole movie has no soundtrack at all, simple dialogue, and simple character setting, as if it really came from your side. It's almost a one-man show too, and luckily the Darney brothers and Marion's combination is good enough.
In the end, the main reason why I am so emotionally moved by watching this movie is because I am also on the predicament and edge of a heroine. So in the movie, I can clearly see my figure and my mood swings. I actually wonder if I would have been bored if I hadn't seen the movie at this time. But there are not so many if, at a specific time, there is no substitute for it.
To be strong or to be vulnerable is far from being as simple as it literally seems. Only those who are in it know that this choice is too difficult and too difficult. I am a pessimistic person, and I have never been afraid to speculate on others with the worst malice, but before the result comes, I still have to summon the courage to fight for myself, should I just wait for failure like this? Like the protagonist, I am too ashamed to ask for help from others, let alone force others to make sacrifices for me, so it is so painful to come to this predicament, step forward and step back. My situation may be far less extreme than the protagonist, but over time, the mentality is exactly the same, the kind of struggle that sinks deeper and deeper in despair, the kind of vulnerability that wants to escape but can't face it. The only one, do you know how much I envy her and have a husband who loves her to accompany and encourage her? I have nothing, no one to rely on, no one will comfort me and say it will be all right, no one will hold me tightly when I give up on myself, no one will tolerate my emotionally out of control. Reasoning. So, therefore, I just habitually left all the uncontrollable and unavoidable shadows of despair to myself, and let myself fall into the abyss of my soul, but I didn't even give myself a little chance to indulge and vent. In this way, it is difficult to fall asleep every night. Only in the dead of night do I have to face the wounds in my heart honestly. The sadness is getting heavier and stronger, whether it is strong or weak. This question comes back to me again and again. But from the beginning to the end, I didn't shed a single tear, I don't know why, even if I did, I especially hoped that I could cry, maybe I could feel better.
Fortunately, it will pass. It only gives me 8 days and 7 nights. I will get through it. My only hope is that after this, no matter what the outcome, whether I have a fresh start or not, I can say to myself like the hero in the movie, you fought a good fight.
This isn't a film review at all, it's a hole in the tree, it's a confession, and I need to say something.
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