In the dead of night, Kieslowski made me sleepless with a film that was so succinct that it had almost nothing left. His films are always like the cold weather in Warsaw, which is depressing and breathless. Even if it is a love story, you can't smell the slightest romance. Is there still innocence in this world? Is love a desire? Kieslowski is obviously desperate and pessimistic about the pure love represented by the young postman, as well as the rejection of the modern secular concept of love composed of women, and his tone is full of helplessness and loss.
A boy and a woman, by chance, want to spark sparks between people from two worlds. It is like making two parallel lines intersect. From the beginning, it is destined to end in tragedy. Yet Tomac, who fell in love, was convinced of the power of love. This young man, who was just beginning his love affair, stole binoculars, sent empty bills of exchange, concealed letters, and even got up at five in the morning to deliver milk. When he saw this woman crying at the desk because of a quarrel with her lover, he was finally gentle and heartfelt, unable to restrain herself, and bravely confessed her heart to the lover in her dream.
The response was cruel. The mature woman who was constantly beautified in her imagination, the mature woman who had been completely disappointed in love, was inexplicably surprised and sullen at the boy's abruptness. He resolved his so-called love with a smile. His love was pure to him, but empty to a woman. What do you want to do? want to kiss me? Want to sleep with me, the love in the eyes of a sophisticated woman is sex. When she tried to be the boy's enlightener, guiding his hand to stroke his body, the boy's expression began to twitch with tension, and the stiff fingers were squirming between the woman's legs, when the woman sarcastically said to him: This is love , he began to sob, not daring to face the woman's indifferent eyes, and finally he completely collapsed, rushing away from this woman who had appeared countless times in his dreams. And the close-up of the woman's plump thighs and the boy's hands on the legs make the theme of the film completely clear. The stroking of the hand represents a desire. Through the boy's hand, we know that love is not only a physical desire in his heart, at least when he comes into contact with naked desire, he can't bear it, because he doesn't want much, just to see Looking at her, occasionally saying a few words, and eating ice cream together. That's all. What he thinks of love is just so simple and clean. It's just that this kind of love can only dry up in the end when we were young, in that era when we were still white paper and had a bright future.
When you think of a person every day for whatever reason, sooner or later you will fall in love with that person. The turning point in the second half of the film confirms this sentence. The woman lost the news of the boy after that night. At first she was just for her own The fault was anxious and worried, and she worried about him every night, but then this mood changed, and she began to look forward to his appearance and the ringing of the phone. At this time, the woman was like the original Tomac, peeping and apprehensive, and the positions of the two were exchanged. Kielovsky's interpretation of love has risen to a philosophical level, and the woman at this time is the boy at that time. When a woman saw her window through the boy's telescope, she seemed to see the boy comforting her injured self. She suddenly realized the preciousness of the boy's pure, milk-like and delicate love. Relieved, at this moment, the boy awakened the love in the sleeping heart of the woman. It turned out that love is so paranoid, flexible, and so fragile and transmuted.
There was also a moment of joy in the film. After the boy successfully dated the lover of his dreams, his face was filled with a bright smile. At that moment, the surroundings ceased to exist for him, and the only one left that has been interpreted thousands of times in his mind. In the world of two people, when the woman agreed to eat ice cream with him, the music flew up, and he frantically pulled the cart of milk bottles to spin, as if the world before was also excited and opened up, it was a child's Pure and precious, just a date. . . .
what is love? I didn't know it before because I didn't know how to describe it. Now I don't know either because I can't read it.
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