[Weekend], translated as [weekend time], or [weekend extravagance].
Someone introduced it like this: Week end.
From an encounter in the weekend, two similar but completely different souls collided with sparks in just a few days, and a few days later, everything was silent again. Weekend finally turned into Week end, but the abrupt ending is more like a real life, everything continues, no one knows if this is really the end. There are countless possibilities for the end of the story, and no one knows the final ending of the movie, just like no one can guess the real life.
Glen left. The two just missed it. Everything went back to where it started, and a person's life started again. But, nothing is the same anymore. In addition to that little voice recorder, there is nothing left forever.
The days go on. Like everything in the film, Glen's appearance will not interrupt Russell's daily life. He is still riding a bicycle on his long-accustomed way to work, he is still in a daze by the swimming pool where there are not many people, and he will still be in a co-worker's office. Who do you want to say "I feel like shit" to someone when you say vulgar profanity. He still won't change his gay status and will get on the Propaganda bus after a party with good friends. Although he had some stories with Glen, although he had developed a love for Glen, although Glen's freedom was so enviable, Russell would still be the one who believed that "love binds people together as a whole to form a family", Those who are full of expectations and are faithful to their faith. Love can change people, because Glen wants to strive for something, to face up to some facts, such as his active hug and kiss to Glen under the gaze of others. However, life passed as if nothing could really change.
Glen said he didn't believe in boyfriends, and Glen hated the shackled routine. Like a footless bird, he can only get close to the ground when he dies, and it seems that he will never settle down in one place and beside one person. The voice recorder has preserved the voices of many people. Most of them are blurred and hurried, disappearing like ghosts in the dark night after dawn. Everyone tacitly acts as a passer-by in each other's life, enjoying the rest at night, and keeping silent during the day. Is this the Marz from "I wanna go to Marz" at the end of the credits? Different from the life we know in the world we live in, the common life of another group? How many of the people in Marz, the people who left traces in the recorder, can really walk into each other's lives?
Is Russell a success? At least he got the recorder, at least Glen, who hated restraint, invited him into his circle, at least he changed the stubborn Glen to a certain extent. Yes, at least he left the tape recorder, and Russell was the only one who had ever heard his own voice. At this time, Glen's project was a bold move by Glen to change secular prejudice and speak out for his gay identity, and it was a rebellion against the human society represented by many people. He handed it back to Russell, does it mean that he will sharpen his sharp edges and choose the right one, for the sake of love, to compromise with the world that is not gentle enough?
Russell may have changed Glen. Near the end, the train went away, and Russell's tears came down. The voice recorder that Glen gave to Russell when he left, and the final farewell and active kiss with Russell facing up to his heart, it was the stubborn Glen, and the ordinary and even weak Russell who dared not face his own identity. Compromise to the status quo .
Nothing has changed in their lives. But who's to say they haven't changed? Because of meeting each other who made the heart vibrate?
Can you leave me a kiss when you go? So that I can miss our lost love that is doomed to not last in the lonely window of the silent night.
The film is based on a true story. Prototypes also appear in a shot of the swimming pool. It is said that they now belong to each other. Is this the end of the movie? How many stories will there be after this?
The success of Weekend is partly because it truly restores the ordinary story of two ordinary people. This is our real life, there is no thrilling life-and-death promise, and it is not a flash of light for a thousand years. I met you on an ordinary night, you loved me, and then continued to live their original lives. Maybe this is enough.
I have loved you.
I thought there would never be souls like you and me.
I once stood at the window with the deep blue sky in the distance, full of melancholy in the empty room where you once breathed, and there seemed to be the residual warmth of your fingers on the recorder. In fact, this was just an illusion caused by my longing.
I still love you now.
Loving you gives me a sense of security because you are the same kind, and loving you once gave me the trust that I would not give to others.
I love you crying uncontrollably because of me at the station.
Love your unrelenting soul.
Love you all the same as mine, and love all of you different from mine.
And love can't stop you, I can't keep you.
I love your freedom and it just happens to help you get away from me.
I love you.
But I also have another person that I love as much as I love you.
Is adult love so complicated?
Some loves can keep you going, and some loves you can't catch up with.
The unknown of life will give you more surprises, hope, or bewilderment?
I suddenly thought of that sentence:
life is on the road, love is elsewhere.
Is this the sadness of the adult world?
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