"I Lost My Body," nominated for an Oscar for Best Animated Feature, tells the story of a thrilling and soulful farewell. Farewell is an emotional activity that originated in the heart, but here there is a bloody physical farewell - a young man and an amputated limb on the young man. The former lived in embarrassment, while the latter became flesh. They fought their own battles in the two story lines, turned a thousand times, and finally met in a desperate situation, triggering a discussion about fate.
I used to be a fatalist. Fatalism believes that fate is like an endless river, and everyone is a leaf floating on the river. The leaves do not have the ability to decide their whereabouts, they are wrapped in the undercurrent, praying to different destinations. It is said that the birth date of a person coincides with the number of days, and the ups and downs of life and death are hidden in it. There is also a verdict in "A Dream of Red Mansions" that the jade belt hangs in the forest and the golden hairpin is buried in the snow. All beings are divided. When I was eighteen years old, I took the college entrance examination and scored six points in a multiple-choice question. The bell rang at the end of the exam, all the candidates stopped writing and stood up, and the teacher began to collect the papers. I breathed a sigh of relief, and I swept across the surface of the scroll, but I found a wrong multiple-choice question, and my heart throbbed for a while. Erase a wrong one and apply a correct one. This set of movements that I have practiced countless times in the years to come, only takes two steps in total. It takes three steps to put an elephant in the refrigerator, but only two steps to change the fate of a teenager. Time has passed, and the opportunity is on the verge of miscarriage. Do you want to change it? I asked myself repeatedly. A poor piece of rubber got wet in the palm of my hand, and the sweat on it still hadn't dried up until I finally threw it into a lonely trash can. For a high school student who is sensitive at heart and is good at worrying about gains and losses, missing out on six points is no less painful than losing a beloved girl.
The ending is quite dramatic, like fate is showing off a hand-to-hand victory. Because of the three-point difference, I postponed my plan to a lower level, and lived a kind of "frustrated" life. I was often lost because of this, and I often had a very strange dream. I dreamed of that piece of rubber covered with sweat, with four bright red Chinese characters printed on the waist. It's a sad loss of power. The cowardice and weakness that people show in the face of fate makes me feel more and more that everything is fate. This fatalistic depression accompanied me for a long time until I finally got into graduate school. I have no intention of exaggerating my efforts, but the hardships and thrills of the postgraduate entrance examination still make me shudder in retrospect, for which I bet all the time and effort that a loser can give. As Lauufel said on the rooftop, "Unless we do something completely unpredictable and unreasonable, this is the only way to permanently unlock the curse." I watched this clip over and over again, Heart quite emotional. At one point, I even thought that the boy in the movie was me, and that I had fought my fate with humiliation in order to break a spell. I did it, I went elsewhere and I don't regret it.
However, the film did not stop there, otherwise it would fall into the rut of chicken soup slices. A deeper proposition follows - does the outcome of overcoming fate have to be good? It must be correct to resist the arrangement of fate and take back the initiative?
Of course not, just one second before you are still rejoicing at the igloo built for the boy, as if the time has been tied with red ropes somewhere, and the next second will be shrouded in the loss of the girl's departure. When you see the boy high-five for his amazing feat of catching a fly, the landing of the severed limb makes your arm go numb. It's really frustrating. You turned a corner in the big river of fate, but you ran into another rock in ambush. Walking alone for thousands of miles has turned into a defeated Huarong Road. The twist you expect is just a net of heaven and earth that goes out of the wolf's mouth and into the tiger's den.
If the defeat cannot be reversed, how can one live? This is a sharp question that no one can avoid.
There's no straight-forward answer, but if you're determined to forget the pain and stop caring about yourself, you can tap into a steady stream of fresh water at the end of the movie. You will understand why the young man's amputated limb will exit on the snow; you will understand the deep affection contained in that little handprint; you will understand why the precious tapes are discarded on the vast roof; you will understand the young man's eyes, And the changing mood behind the eyes.
It turns out that it doesn't matter whether the future will be difficult or not, but it is important to be filled with sunshine, sea water and sandy beaches. There is not only a time barrier between this side and the other side. If you want to cross by yourself, you also need a decisive farewell. Since the hand is broken, let it withdraw from the stage of history. Although the tapes are beautiful, there is no need to miss them. Life is only once, life is so short. The road ahead is dangerous, but the young man must pack lightly and set off without stopping.
The handprints let him stay behind, and there is no need to shed tears for the severed limbs. The boy sang all the way to the distance, and I never dreamed of that mottled eraser again.
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