Meizi stood in the field, talking to the peasant woman about the year's harvest. Tan persimmon fell to the ground in order to run for another life. She dresses so beautifully, so elegantly, with a genial smile, forgetting the purpose of her trip. She turned around and walked a few steps before she remembered that she was going to intercede for her grandson. The grandson of the middle school and several other children raped the daughter of the peasant woman, and the girl committed suicide.
All the beauty and sunlight dimmed for a while, Meizi was stunned for a while, but finally did not have the courage to turn back.
For Miko, who has been searching for beauty all her life, at that moment, something must have collapsed in her heart. The reality she touched made her realize that the beauty in front of her was just an illusion that was easily broken. She got off the bus halfway at a loss and stopped by a river, perhaps thinking of the girl's suicide, and sat for a long time in the sudden heavy rain.
I almost fell asleep two or three times in the process of watching this film. It was a really boring film. The name was "Poems". The main clue is also the process of an old woman learning to write poetry. How empty, how boring. The old woman loves beauty, and the poetry in her heart is also beautiful. Therefore, at the poetry club, Miko felt unacceptable to the police who used straightforward and vulgar language to write poetry. The original intention of her learning to write poetry was just like the beautiful tulle and floral dresses she liked to wear, trying to find a detached yearning in the trivial and humble real life, a kind of soul-level nobility .
But the teacher of the poetry training class has a saying: If you want to write poetry, you must be good at observation. The most important thing in life is observation, and we live in observation. How many times have you seen an apple? A thousand times? 10,000 times? A million times? wrong. You've never seen an apple before, not once. To be interested in Apple, to communicate with it, is to really see it. Staring at it, looking at its shadow, feeling it from every angle, using your imagination, imagining sunlight being absorbed into the apple, is really seeing an apple. If you really see something, you can comprehend it naturally, such as the stagnant water in spring, please prepare paper and pen and wait for that moment to come.
Staring at life, observing its shadows... Miko soon learned that her grandson, who depended on each other, had raped a girl with her classmates at school, and the girl committed suicide by jumping into a river; she was subjected to sexual demands by a hemiplegic old man where she worked part-time; and diagnosed herself Suffering from Alzheimer's... Her scattered records of poetry began to appear in these places, which were unbeautiful in the eyes of the world, contrary to the essence of what she had thought poetry was "beautiful", although it still had flowers, leaves, Birdsong and other extremely poetic ways appear.
The tone of the film is depressing, the plot absurd and realistic. Faced with the fact that girls have been raped for months to the point of committing suicide, the parents of the abusers first think about how to protect their children, not punish them; school teachers think about how to maintain their own reputation; The boy's reaction was even more indifferent to the point of outrageous. In addition to reading games and watching TV as usual, when the film was about to end, when he saw Meizi put the girl's photo on the dining table, the grandson's reaction was just stunned for a moment, and then I asked my grandmother if she had anything to eat. She starved to death.
In the whole film, except for the girl's mother crying sadly at the beginning, the only heavy person is Miko. Everything is so peaceful, it can even be said that everything in the camera is beautiful, the old man walking at dusk, the child playing badminton, the leaves flashing in the wind... However, in this peaceful beauty, sin happened, and death also happened. happened. Then I felt that something greater was dying in this calm, like fruit in the sun that festered silently from within.
The only scene that broke out was when Meizi went to question her grandson, but in vain, the grandson buried her head tightly in the quilt, unwilling to face or bear the facts that had happened, she could not communicate with her grandson, not even a word of imagination. She couldn't even hear the minimum apology, she couldn't even turn off her grandson's computer. Constantly forgetting nouns and verbs made her feel that the world was slowly closing the door to her.
Powerless, so there is a scene, she squatted in the night crying. In another scene, she had a relationship with the hemiplegic old man.
I don't quite understand the part of the relationship, what the director wanted to express, whether it was Miko's desire to complete a little communication with the world, or sympathy for her own environment and the hemiplegic old man. But I do understand that that impulse may not be driven by pure motives at all, but may contain complex and contradictory emotions such as sympathy, destruction, venting, and redemption.
In the end, the grandson was still taken away by the police. At that time, Miko was playing badminton with her grandson, and the police caught the boy's racket, and Kumiko threw the ball around. While playing, Miko looked back at her grandson who was taken away. She was probably both agreeable and reluctant to part with it. The grandson she wanted to shelter, the grandson she loved, was also part of the ugliness she couldn't forgive.
One of the episodes I like to watch is when my classmates in the writing class reminisce about their unforgettable people or times. A man said, I have nothing happy in my life, oh, I lived in the basement for decades, and I moved not long ago I moved into the house and suddenly felt so happy. This is probably the sentence that makes people cry when they read it. Not to mention the women who reminisce about the people they love each other. They are all about good memories, but they are all mixed with pain and bitterness. The taste is the truth of life and poetry, which is really embarrassing.
Putting aside the ugliness and the dark to talk about poetry, it may be absurd and impossible. The poetry in life as I understand it is something intertwined with pain and sweetness, walking barefoot through thorns and grass, running and falling under heavy rain and scorching sun, experiencing everything and finally letting it go.
Perhaps because of this, at the end of the film, there is poetry, but there are only empty shots.
Long, empty, like life, it is difficult to say whether it is beautiful or not.
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