Character: Josephine Muscat
roles: • Josephine Masi Gert
Film: Chocolate
Film: "Chocolate"
the Actor: Lena Olin
Actor: Lena Olin •
Some people experience known as total number of injuries suffered . So injury is a painful experience.
But sometimes injuries are not as strong and painless after they have been suffered like experience. On the contrary, they make people vulnerable. The more experienced, the more vulnerable.
The most cruel damage is often multiple, at first it burns on the skin and soul like a brand. Slowly, it will swell up like fermentation, and eventually become a pitch-black cage without knowing it, tightly locking people's mind and soul.
Perhaps adults are as fragile as children and need to be comforted. Or adults are much more vulnerable than children, and it is harder to escape the shadow cast by the cold bars that imprison them.
So comfort is needed. Someone needs to sing gently in front of his bed at night, someone needs to hand over a pack of tissues when he is crying, and someone needs to smile and nod when they meet him every morning.
Only a small amount of comfort can calm people down. People are the most vulnerable and the easiest to tame.
Josephine's first shot in "Chocolate" is impressive. In the church covered with piety, everyone listened intently to the prayers of the priest. There was only one exception, with curly long hair that was tied up indiscriminately, as old as dusty clothes, Josephine, she carefully looked around with horrified eyes, and then quietly stretched out her hand to the boy in front of him. The school bag, gently took out a small box, and quickly stuffed it into his pocket.
Sometimes stealing is a habit, and some people steal involuntarily when they are nervous. This will be a little bit of anesthesia, and people can temporarily forget the pressure, troubles, and hurts around them in the tension during the theft and the secret joy afterwards.
At this time, stealing is due to unavoidable harm, not greedy desire.
Josephine doesn't look like a person who likes to steal. Her actions and dress are reminiscent of a weather-beaten housewife, doing housework, running monotonously like a millstone for decades.
It is indeed the hurt that Josephine can't escape, the hurt that her husband "gave" her. I don’t know how her husband left such an unsightly scar on her delicate forehead. Maybe it’s like many male directors of "violent homes", holding a space on many drunken nights. The wine bottle, kicked open the door, yelling, when his wife rushed out of the bedroom in his nightgown and wanted to carry him into the house, he pushed her away with his strong hands, and then pushed the dark green The wine bottle hit her forehead.
Domestic violence should be fatal to every wife. Especially in that era, every woman believed that her husband was her own world. She believed that she had to be together for the rest of her life when married, and that being a wife could only work at home. Waiting for husband and children. And when her husband beat her again and again, it really meant that the whole sky had fallen.
So you will become withdrawn, cautious, inferior, and old.
After many people have been to Wei'an's fragrant chocolate shop, Josephine just looked inside quietly in front of the small glass door, and when others noticed her, he quickly turned around and fled. At that moment, her scattered hair was flying in the wind, her old gray robe, her face that looked much older than her actual age, and her blank eyes that wanted to enter the shop to taste chocolate The little desire gives people a pitiful feeling, making people want to hug her gently like a child in the cold wind, giving her even the slightest support.
Is it sympathy? I don't think so. Sympathy is a kind of pride, because the word "sympathy" means a kind of compassion expressed by people living on the upper level to those on the lower level, and it is an emotion that one thinks of superiority. But in front of Josephine, I think we are not more advanced than her, and she does not need and will not accept the slightest pity. All she needs is a warm embrace that can support her, a kind of comfort, to dissolve her small but stubborn fear, and the brass lock that imprisons her soul.
fear.
Fear may be self-protection from fear of harm. Because of fear, people become cautious and become accustomed to beware of others.
When Wei Ann came to give chocolates as a gift, Josephine asked many times what she wanted to do. She didn't believe Wei Ann, and didn't believe that anyone would give gifts to someone "notorious" like herself. When her husband called her name hysterically, she vomited all the delicious chocolate she had eaten in a panic, and kept wiping her hands with her apron to avoid being discovered by her husband. Like a kid who has done something wrong and afraid of being discovered.
The child, I think this title is perfect for Josephine. Although she has suffered all the injuries and exhausted her years, she is still kind-hearted, easily moved, and believed like a child.
Viann wasn't there when I came to the chocolate shop again. Still gray robe and tangled hair, Josephine stood alone in the cold morning and waited stubbornly. No matter how cold or tired, he didn't want to leave. The child was just as stubborn. When Wei An walked in front of her, she smiled. She smiled for less than a second, with a small but deep-seated fear-she is not used to smiling at people, just as she is not accustomed to smiling at others. She's good.
When chatting with Wei An, she always said, "people talk". She has no opinion and is afraid of others making irresponsible remarks.
Opinions are rare in the small town where she lives. Most people lack opinion, and she can't even have them. She can only learn what others do, because she is defenseless and powerless to resist other people's gossip. The environment in which she lives is like a quiet vortex, on the surface quiet and peaceful, but once someone does something that violates the "tradition", she will immediately be rejected, demonized and despised, or even expelled.
The reality does not allow her to be assertive. It's not her fault.
So she said to Wei An, "I heard you don't go to church? Oh, then you won't stay here long."
She knew that the residents would oppose Wei An, and she said such a sentence in a relaxed tone. , But it makes people feel a little bit sad.
People have no choice. They can only live according to the "tradition" and their wishes. They must worry about "people talk" all the time, otherwise they will be strangled by this vortex. They have no way to fight, and Josephine, the reality hurts her so much that she dare not even think of fighting.
When I saw this, I wondered why Josephine and Wei An talked about these things so sincerely. Maybe it's because Wei An is the only one who gave her a gift and said that she wanted to be friends with her.
Poor, poor child.
The husband married her because he didn't need to spend money to marry her, and he didn't love her. People in the small town greeted her in the morning just to use her to set off their nobility, not to respect her.
Wei An is the only one who makes her feel a little warmth, so she believes her, comes to her chocolate shop, chats with her, tells her that she doesn't love her husband, and tells her that she is a liar woman. She talked about her subsequent statements intermittently like an inferior, ashamed child, lowered her head and laughed at herself, but her eyes were clearly shining with tears.
Maybe it was the moment she met Wei An that she began to feel that she should change herself. Or maybe that little warmth gave her the courage to change. On a night when everyone was asleep, she knocked on the door of Wei An's house desperately, telling her that she had escaped from her husband. She laughed loudly, almost arrogantly. It's not happiness, but a concealment, to conceal one's sadness and hesitation. Wei An hugged her, saw the terrible scar on her forehead hidden behind her messy hair, and gently said to her that everything was over. Then Josephine talked about crying and crying on Viann.
Sometimes a gentle sentence is the easiest to make people cry, because it can hit the softest part of a person at once. Billy Arrow is much more precise.
My heart throbbed when I saw Josephine's scar.
Poor, poor child. In the cruel torture, she couldn't stand it anymore, and finally escaped. The camera didn't tell me what she looked like in a shabby gray robe, carrying a suitcase full of clothes, and her shabby hair flying and running in the wind. I didn't even dare to close my eyes and imagine, because it made me cry.
It turned out that when I saw the lesson of her tears and loss in the cold wind, all my pain and heartbreak really couldn't be spread out little by little with words and portrayed little by little.
Using the analogy of Milan Kundera, she is like a child who was placed in a resin-coated basket and drifted down the water. The cold and turbulent river water made people unable to hold her up and put her in her entirety. In the warmth.
Josephine, poor, poor child. When it hurts, I thought, would she feel scared in the seemingly empty night, would she toss and turn because of insomnia, and wonder whether she would be in pain after dreaming of the former unbearableness and screaming and struggling to wake up. I thought about how she looked when she fell asleep, whether she would curl up into a shrimp when she was asleep, whether she had learned to hug herself tightly after years of pain. Thinking about whether she would smile childishly in horror in her dream when the clear moonlight shone on her face.
Fortunately, fortunately there is such a trace of warmth.
Warmth seems to be a quilt that has been tanned by the sun, which makes people want to embrace and touch its warmth at all costs.
Warmth is soft, just like the human heart.
The inner softness makes it more vulnerable. Hard drugs and scalpels will only make it more painful. Only tenderness, only tenderness, such delicate and soft things, that exude a strong fragrance like chocolate, can redeem the elderly. , A desperate mind.
Salvation is a smile, a visible temperature.
In the countless mornings since then, Josephine began to learn to make chocolate with a smile, began to wear brightly colored clothes, began to dine with everyone, and began to dress up for the Sunday banquet.
Then she found that she was getting younger little by little, becoming more sunny like a child.
Soft child.
When her husband held a bunch of flowers and asked her for forgiveness, she was so touched that she could hardly speak.
Actually forgave him like this. Her heart is as kind as a child, and she will not hate anyone, so she can easily forgive and accept those who have hurt her.
However, she paused when he asked her to go home.
The more bloody, painful and cruel the past is, the less likely it is to be forgotten. Although people are good at forgetting some of the past that hurt them, the healing of the cracks, blood and pain recorded on the skin and soul is unforgettable. Those injuries have long been burned in my heart, and will always leave a deep or shallow shadow that cannot be erased.
And home, home is the most affectionate place to make people feel at ease. But for Josephine, it was a crucifixion, and the family gave her scars, insults, and brass locks that imprison her soul. Those days of fear and fear, the bloody pain on his forehead, the man who called her "stupid cow".
She could not tolerate him dragging her home again, dragging her back to her hell.
So she refused, angrily, when her husband asked her to go home.
"But Josephine, we are still husband and wife in God's eyes."
"Then he must be blind."
"Then he must be blind." So determined, and with an unexpected courage.
It turned out that she had already learned to be brave, strong and fight, but she didn't realize it, we didn't realize it.
I don't even know when the change started. When we suddenly noticed she had already quietly walked a long way.
Another late night, the drunk husband broke into the chocolate shop and made a big fuss. He cursed his poor wife with a rough voice, saying that she was a "stupid cow" and that she could not even use a saucepan. The husband waved his arms, grinning wildly and complaining, he knew Josephine was powerless to resist, he knew she was afraid to do anything in front of him.
But at the urgent moment when her husband was about to strangle Vian, Josephine hesitated. After half a minute, she stunned her husband with a saucepan.
After her husband fell to the ground, she stood alone in the middle of the house, raising her head, her face full of pride:
"Who said I don't know how to use a saucepan?!" It
makes people dumbfounded.
At that moment, her husband knew what she was like, and she knew what she was like.
So she smiled. For the first time, there was no fear in her smile.
It turned out that she was no longer the child who was at a loss in the cold wind.
Perhaps hurt and tenderness can tell people what they need most. Just as Scarlett realized at the end of the novel that she loved Rhett, the fox realized that she could not do without him when the little prince was about to leave.
People may really always know afterwards, and happiness has already passed by at the moment of enlightenment.
Josephine's tears fell when Wei Ann was packing up and preparing to leave. She rushed forward to hug Wei Ann's travel alley and wanted to stop her. She said in a very soft voice:
"Did you believe anything you told me? Did you believe I could be better?" It was
like asking Vian, more like asking herself.
Poor, poor child. When she started to believe in tenderness and beauty, they were going to leave her, and when she started to dream about it, life would return to its original tragic situation. She really cares more about the friendship with Wei An, because she is her only friend in the hardest time, because she has given her a new life. Maybe Viann didn't know and didn't particularly care about the emotion with Josephine, but Josephine was different. She almost regarded this emotion as all of her, and was almost willing to repay this emotion in the next half of her life. Josephine is really like a child. When Viann was about to leave, she asked her, "Do you believe I can do better." She thought it was her fault. She thought it was because she was not doing well enough. She left, so she blamed herself and was sad. Poor, kind-hearted child.
"If your leave, everything will go back to the way it always was." She said to Wei An.
"It is the way always was." Wei An answered casually.
"Not for me."
Hearing her decisive sentence for the second time. Juedi, like a stubborn child.
The next day, when Wei Ann was taking her daughter to leave, she opened the door of the kitchen and was surprised to find that Josephine was making chocolate with so many people in the small town. Everyone saw Wei Ann, and then, kindly, smiled. .
At that moment, pushing the door open, the feeling of warmth rushing toward the face made people want to cry.
Josephine walked up to Wei An and said to her,
"Come on, how about the taste of almonds."
Just like the night they met for the first time.
Wei An smiled and nodded.
Josephine cleverly used such a method to impress Wei An, retaining her most precious emotions, and a new life full of joy.
It was a struggle, a struggle against life. After so many twists and turns, Josephine finally had the courage and strength to fight.
What I remember is the dance that Josephine danced at the weekend banquet. She was wearing a skirt printed with pink flowers, and she stepped and waved her arms exaggeratedly. Very interesting modern dance. When she found her husband looking at her contemptuously from a distance, she froze for a moment, and then danced more cheerfully as if deliberately to annoy him.
Like a cute wayward child.
At the end of the movie, Josephine took over a coffee shop. A warm pink coffee house. When passing by the mirror, she smiled at herself inside, quietly, and suddenly a calm peace in the noisy shop.
After the injury, happiness finally settled down.
Josephine is not the heroine in "Chocolate", but I can't help being touched by her. When was it.
Maybe it was when she looked around carefully and then stole the little boy's golden box.
Maybe it was when she looked like a chocolate shop in the cold wind.
Maybe it was when she knocked on the door desperately in the middle of the night.
Maybe it was when she smiled at herself in the mirror.
Maybe it was when she rejected her husband.
Maybe it was when she was dancing.
It gives people the feeling of wanting to hug a child like her.
After watching the movie, I kept thinking of her appearance, stray curly hair, blank eyes, and a little panic. Really like a child. Josephine, a poor child, a weak child, a lonely child, a soft child, a determined child, a quiet child, a cute wayward child, a kind-hearted child.
Forgive me for calling a person of the same age as my mother a "child", but I really can't help it. I want to call her like this, and I want to give her a mild support in the cold wind like this.
Perhaps children do not lie in their age, but in their hearts. A pure and kind heart is a true child. People want to be comforted and want to gently tell her, "It's okay, everything is over." The
child's heart is white and soft, holy, and not tolerant of profanity.
Suddenly I felt that Josephine was like a flower. A flower like a child, or a child like a flower. The harsh north wind winter is not her flowering period, so in the tender spring, she regained her beauty and loved it.
Spring is always a beautiful season.
Spring is a warm flowering season, Josephine's lightly fragrant flowering season.
spring is coming. Happily settled down.
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