The loneliness of lust is innate in his lens, and it is a kind of repayment for the original sin. His attitude is often reminiscent of Plato's feast, in which it is said that in order to punish man's strength, Zeus split man in half, "After mankind was divided, the original two halves missed each other and tried to reunite again. Together, they are tangled together, constantly squeezing, trying to enter each other's bodies."
The woman said she couldn't spend Christmas Eve alone, so she tricked her ex-boyfriend out of the house and told the truth after spending the night with her. She doesn't want too much, saying goodbye with flashing headlights as she leaves. The ex-boyfriend was only used to plug the gap of lust, and she chose to restrain herself.
But the young women in Kieslowski's eyes are still lustful and free. This time, the shackles he arranged are inevitable fate. He depicts a daughter who is confused about the relationship between father and daughter. This is one of my favorite stories of all, where the daughter calls out to the sensual part of her father's body and pulls him out of the cage of ethics and morality. And the "father" has been waiting for an "irreparable" mistake to push his daughter away from him and let the desire resolve itself. Going back to the beginning of the story, it was the father who hinted at the existence of the letter, so the two isolated individuals echoed in full, very moving. What is morality? Each era has its own guidelines. The ancient Egyptian royal family also stipulated that inbreedings should be married to purify the blood of the royal family. I believe that Kei used his father-daughter relationship to discuss the ethical part, but the open ending is a deliberate evasion of the "moral truth", only to let people see the lust that is about to come out.
Close relatives.
This reminds me of my own experience. When I was a child, I loved my cousin very much. He was very smart and keen. We often played together. There was a New Year's dinner party for a year. We avoided all the adults. He showed me his tape recorder and motioned for me to listen. I pressed the button and heard his voice. He said, sister, I love you.
I was at a loss for a moment, and in a panic, I pressed the sound, and almost angrily returned the tape recorder to him and asked him to delete it so that adults were not allowed to hear it.
That night, I had my menarche.
A few days later he asked to "kiss my sister's mouth" in front of adults. I saw the innocence in his eyes disguised by age. In the next few years, due to various reasons, the contact time has been reduced, and even close relatives have gradually drifted away, and I have always felt guilty and confused about my immaturity. This is what I think in my heart, but I don't want to insert it abruptly into daily conversations.
Close relatives depend on each other, stop at the tender words.
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