"We love our parents unknowingly. This love is as natural as life. It is only at the last moment of separation that we realize how deep the feeling is." "I'm sure everyone has hated at some point in their lives. Your own mother." What would you do if I were to leave today? --Then I will go with you tomorrow. I don't know why, but when I was young, I had a good relationship with my mother. I love her very much, like being by her side, watching her quietly, talking to her, but... I can't do it anymore, I can do this to everyone, but she can't. She doesn't really want children. She gets married and has children because everyone expects her to do so. This is also what the world expects of all women. Most people think so. I've often wondered how great it would be to have another shot. Then I can sit with her and have a good chat. It's as if we've never met, and then we'll become strangers. But I know that in the end we still love each other. Whenever I talk about her or think of her, in fact, I still love her, but the kind of love between mother and son. The weird thing is that when someone hurts her, I get the urge to kill that person. But I can also think of a hundred and eighty people I love more. Sometimes, I really want to go back to the past, when we were still young and beautiful before they were born. When he was young, he loved to stick to me. He was always asking this and that, all the time. And now it's like, it's all gone, it's like, none of those things ever existed, really, really, nothing, all those good memories, the journeys that accompanied them, all gone. He doesn't like the fancy clothes she likes He doesn't like the cream on her mouth when she eats He doesn't like the newscast she puts in the car , hysterical he didn't like that she had promised him to move out the night before and refused the request the next day... He and she could choke on almost every word, and finally turned into hysteria. But he and she are mother and son. Their love is complicated, it makes him and her very painful, but it is still love. He will say that she is not suitable for being a mother, Will imagine in her mind that she is dead, lying peacefully and peacefully surrounded by all kinds of flowers; Will picture herself breaking a pile of dishes, but in reality just take the good dishes to clean up; Will be very Angry throws everything in the house on the ground, but only some that don't break, and gets tidied up before she comes back; will clean up, cook delicious meals, and organize things in the house to make her happy . He recalled several times the time he played with her in the countryside as a child, very warm and happy. Very twisted and painful mother-son relationship. When I watch it, it reminds me that the relationship between Wong Kar Wai's mother and son can be found in the film, but it doesn't give a solution, maybe there is no solution in itself, it's just a presentation. In the end, although the mother and son meet in their childhood cabin, sitting on a big rock to watch The sunset and the sound of birds are the end, but the problem still exists, this is not the end, the hatred and uncontrollable love will still torment him and her. I hate her, but I love her too.
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