There is nothing special than any afternoon in any year. In the early spring of Finland, night fell early. A traveler with a blank expression and a lonely depression encountered a sudden and violent attack in a strange city. He was declared dead by science at 5:12.
As a result, this ordinary five-twelve minutes became extraordinary, like a mysterious lightning, dividing a period of life into two parts. When he got up from the hospital bed, he was a man with no past.
I have watched many movies about amnesia recently, but in this one, amnesia is not to create suspense and mystery, or even to explore the human nature that is deeply hidden in the presence of reason. It is confession, it is a new life, a hurt, After opening a door, in the darkness, after experiencing temporary blindness, he saw the magical and black journey of life coming back, rediscovering the city and the people, the nation and the country. The director named his series of films "Finnish Trilogy". A person, a metaphor for a country, really has an epic tragedy. For those displaced souls, if the director's feelings can be described in one word, it is "compassion."
In the man's memory, there is only a train carriage with shining light, and there was darkness before. Needless to say, the people and things experienced afterwards, it goes without saying that the Finns who are famous for Nokia, even we, in the country with the largest population or the largest number of homeless people, I am afraid that we have never paid attention to and imagined it.
He was scarred and fell by the river in early spring when the alcoholic night watchman Jacques and his wife rescued him. The Jacques family of four squeezed into the cramped container house, and a few glasses of beer after the salary was enough to satisfy Jacques like a king.
He lived in an abandoned container by the river. Although a wanderer had just froze to death in the winter, although there were police officers to collect rent in such a place, he had washed it with water. The poor friend helped him install the light and repaired it from the garbage dump. The picked record player, in the cold spring night, there was also warm light and soft singing.
He met Elma, a woman who worked for a charity and gave hot soup to the homeless on Sunday. She is not beautiful, but he feels that her eyes are equal and compassionate. She added a spoon of soup to him and said: Learn to live again.
Elma helped him find a decent job. He paid the rent and went to the bank to open an account for the first time, but he ran into a robbery. As a party who couldn't tell his real name, he got caught up in a dispute with a huge police agency. When he faced the robber again, he had no resentment, and was willing to give the money he robbed to the workers who were unemployed because of his bankruptcy for the dying old man.
He wandered outside the store, waited for Elma to come out of the store with the lights off, and plucked up the courage to ask to send her home. With his first salary, he made a delicious meal of green beans for Elma, went on an outing with her, and picked the first mushrooms in spring.
That night, Elma kissed him back.
His identity was confirmed. As soon as love came, he was leaving. Elma silently escorted him on the train and returned to his wife. In a strange home, when his wife has another man, he knows how much harm he has done to his wife. Retrieving the memory may be happiness for others, but pain for him. It is both pain and happiness.
Under the bright and clean sky of the northern hemisphere, intentionally or unintentionally, slightly upward shots, close-ups and close-ups, very few body movements, dull expressions, silent language, dumb singing, dumb black plots, forgetfulness and sleepwalking temperament, Together they convey a wonderful and gentle poetry.
The soul behind those silence, the crowd away from neon across the riverbank, moved me not by the suffering they endured, but by the silent expression, the gleam in the night, the details of silence in the suffering: lying on the riverbank Amnesia, women who don’t turn on lights at night, old couples hugging and warming on street corners, disabled people sleeping in garbage dumps, lights and singing in iron huts, used tea bags that are always carefully worn on their bodies, washing The only shirt that needs to be clean, the dog called "Hannibal" who won't bark and bite the poor, someone has been with him on the way home, the potatoes planted in the spring have sprouted, and the down-and-out tramp is again I began to dance, and the choir women sang "Little Heart": The human heart is small, but it is infinitely broad. It hides the great dream, the world of love and hate, the precious joy and the huge Sadness, happy love and dark pain... The
young man asked: Is this appropriate?
The old man said: Only the Lord knows. But they are dancing.
At that time, if you listen carefully, you will surely hear angels flying through the air with their wings flapping.
It turns out that all the secrets are hidden in the original scene, not so much amnesia, but death. Death is loss and rebirth. Forgetting is forgiveness and salvation. The man bids farewell to this shore with his blessings and returns to his lover, his fantasy land, his eternal love (by the way, the song in the movie is a pirated version I watched recently. The best Chinese translation in the DVD, the disc dealer said on the cover, "The empty and sad soul is wandering in the heaven of the Lord")-
I remember the beautiful garden
and my fantasy paradise,
I wander
in a dreamland in a fairy tale country The
beautiful suspension bridges in the middle of the bushes, those
charming nights with the full moon,
I see all this in the garden,
my paradise
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