Looking back on the literary and artistic works I have seen, I found that all I can appreciate are unconventional love, such as a letter from a strange woman, and a last dream of a covered bridge. It may be unconventional, but the parties have their own happiness.
A few days ago, I watched Takeshi Kitano's "The Doll" with a friend. He highly praised the first story and praised it for being poignant. I expressed doubts: "poor and beautiful? Only miserable, I only see helplessness and stereotypes."
He said, "You didn't understand it." I said, "It's because I understand it too well, so I feel miserable. The direction of every small turning point and the meaning of every move are clear at a glance, so I understand it is just miserable."
The two who fell in love separated, one was arranged to marry the president's daughter and did not resist, and the other went crazy and forgot everything because the love was gone. On the eve of the marriage, the male protagonist finally learned the status of his lover from two mutual friends, and he escaped from the marriage to find his former lover.
The lover is already crazy, he chooses to accompany the lover. But in order to protect the lover whose mind is regressing, it is inevitable to take measures to hurt the lover, and both of them become tired and numb. These are the most helpless pains, they can't let go, but all the passions are also wiped out, and then they are just bound to each other numbly, and together they go to destruction. I am a spectator of tragic stories, but I cannot discern the beauty of any stories from them. Chunchun is only miserable. First, I don't understand why the male lead indifferently obeyed the arrangement and didn't fight. After the female lead had an accident, she found that she still couldn't let go, and decided to flee. Second, she didn't understand why the female lead destroyed herself because of this, and went crazy. Third, they do not understand the incomplete love and torment they give each other in the follow-up, making companionship the same as binding, and love is for atonement and healing brings harm. So I think it can't be called beautiful, let alone poignant. This is not the aesthetics of be, but a completely miserable and numb helpless story, a tragic accident of conspiracy.
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