Jeremy Irons. Juliette Binoche.
Damage.
I originally planned to watch a film seriously, and then write a film review carefully. But after watching the film, the first thing I want to write about is some irrelevant things.
I still remember that on a Sunday afternoon in the third year of high school, the sky was approaching dusk, and the yellow light of the setting sun pulled the crowded buildings on Changhua Road into vertical and horizontal three-dimensional squares, which were precarious as the school bus swayed. The clothes rail outside the window is covered with colorful clothes, all mottled by sunlight and shadows. Behind the prosperity of Shanghai, there is such an unbearable truth. At that time, I was thinking in my heart, in the future, I will definitely not live like this, and I can't bear such suffering. Miss Six sat next to her, telling me about a film she had watched in her usual soft but moving voice. She is a good describer. At that time, I didn't know Juliette Binoche, nor did I remember the face of the man who appeared in Lolita, but I painted a scene that was almost the same as the movie. At that time, we met the shameless little bachelor under the recommendation of lulu, and we would go to him and his companions' store to buy dishes after school on Friday. Right there, I remembered Miss Six’s joyful and slightly surprised expression, "Hey, this is the disc I was looking for." I also remembered the name of the disc with the red cover, Damage . After the next week, I remembered its plot again.
Strangely speaking, Miss Six told me many things, scripts, or movies, but I only remembered the beginning and the middle, but I forgot all the endings, like a piece of paper with a missing corner. , Completely blank. My memory system is unbelievable and incomprehensible. Just like today, I watched this film, but I can't remember the man's name. Maybe it didn't appear in the film, or maybe I didn't notice it at all. It is easy for me to remember some things.
I slowly saw the marks that some people and things left on me, the indelible marks. So I became a part of those people and things, and my existence was only a proof to them. Yes, my existence itself has no meaning. Instead, the things that surround me give me the meaning of existence and the courage to live. I still hear a lot of nostalgia for the past, but I was silent at those times. I feel I have nothing to say, nor do I want to say it. My past is only related to those pasts. I don't want to talk about unrelated people, I hope that is my loneliness. I was influenced by Xin or Liu to the extent that I fell in love with what they loved. From the initial pursuit, I became my true love now. At this time we have separated. Only the smell of the other person is left in each person.
Regarding this film, in fact, I had a chance to watch it a long time ago. But has been reluctant. I just remember it with my heart, but stubbornly brushed past it several times. This is like a kind of love. It appears very early, and you are just living your own life, loving other people, until one day, you think this love can begin, and then you extract it from somewhere in your heart. So, I put it aside for three years until today.
This film. The English name is Damage, and the Chinese translation is also thrilling, and love is seriously hurt. The moment this love happened, you felt the shock of the sky shaking. Just look into the eyes of the other person. Just need to look at each other. This world has completely collapsed. You can even hear the sound of buildings and trees collapsing in your ears, and the dust is flying in an instant. Your world will also collapse and collapse. It seems to be the restraint of exhaustion, but the wheel of fortune has overwhelmed you.
There is a queen standing in front of you. She appeared so easily, with her graceful smile. You find that you can't even remove your eyes. Your heart can't help flying towards her. The silent staring at each other has pushed you hopelessly towards each other. Since then, you have lost the ability to face her upright in front of everyone. How many times has that love rushed out of your eyes, out of your chest!
She called you. At that time, you were at a loss through the phone. The tension in your heart contrasted with your usual sophisticated performance. Oh, what a ridiculous contradiction. This is actually doomed to the end of helplessness. It's just that you still don't realize it, or that you realize it, but you don't have enough strength to resist. Yours, she stretched out her hands, with innocent childlike eyes, with a deep-sea longing for you, slowly sliding down from the edge of the bed. This is one of my favorite shots in the whole film. Such a woman, appearing in your life, brings you unparalleled love and crushes all disasters.
I watched each of your entanglements carefully, her blushing face and charming smile. Oh, that kind of amorous feelings. Juliette is indeed a very good actor. It was her devotion and truthfulness that made me ignore the immorality of this relationship. However, what you cannot ignore is the fact. She will be your daughter-in-law. No, she can't. You can no longer suppress the huge conflict in your heart, and she, the one for whom you are determined to abandon everything, only pushes you back to a sane country again and again. "You already have me." "You have everything." Yes. Let's go to Chen Cang secretly, let's cross the sea without knowing the sky. This is good for everyone. Your official career, wife, son, sacrifices you can't bear. I saw you received the key she sent you, and saw the old apartment that was being renovated. I had already seen the end at that time. I would rather you have ended the call. I would rather you wrong yourself just to take care of the overall situation. But in fact, a few years ago, I had heard stories about you from my friends. I gently clenched my fist and watched your son walk up the stairs step by step. I heard my heartbeat, heard the whisper from the room, and heard him stumble and fall off the handrail. There was a huge "bang". This love quietly exited with this sound, no, to be precise, your relationship ended with it. When I saw the opening at that moment, the dark red word in the lower right corner of the spiral staircase, Damage. That is the color of blood. It's passion and farewell.
After that, the development of old-fashioned vulgarity is simply a lively drama series, nothing more than the departure of his wife and his own resignation. But originally this love happened at an unbearable moment, that kind of shocking beauty has long been swallowed up by the sin it carried. Just like Yi Shu's recent novels about extramarital affairs, love is very vigorous at first and can almost swallow everything. However, when two people are really together, they realize that while they are carrying love, they also have to carry each other's possessions. The shaking love cannot withstand the toss and test of reality. So I can accept your love's abrupt end. There is a person's blood sprinkled on this love, and this love is destined to end in separation.
You found her in her mother's hotel room, but so what. Look at each other one last time. The stare at this time had already been sentenced to life imprisonment. There is love, shame, helplessness, and despair. Until the final dismal ending. But I don't feel sad at all, I don't think it's over. Because I already know that you will miss that woman for the rest of your life, even if one day she is no longer the angel, but just an ordinary woman, bloated, old, and holding a child, no different from all other women.
You are inevitably old. Yet you are still so handsome and attractive. Your staggering steps, the slight spine of your back can't cover up your once heroic vigor. Do you know that I love your little action so much. Peel off the wrapping paper, fold it in half carefully, and press it under the blue jar. That is the aging and loneliness of a man. An ordinary man who was quiet in the years and washed away his lead. Opening the window, white light spilled on the floor and the bed, also illuminating the photo of the three of you. Before the photo, the wooden chair with a backrest blends into the deep and shallow shadows like a shadow. The people you love. Your sin and relief. And you, you just sit in the chair slowly, looking at her carefully. Look at your love. And your life. To you, that woman's face is everything. At this moment, your hair is completely pale, your face is no longer handsome, and your eyes are gentle and long, like moonlight falling in my heart.
At this time, I discovered that I am not a suitable person to write film reviews, or maybe I am not suitable to put my feelings in the film. I can only say, I can only say this. This is my only way of expression.
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been a long time before I put this thing up . Simply out of nostalgia. I miss the Pisces girl who told me the story. We used to write letters, but now we only talk to msn through a few poor text messages, but I still like her as I met her on the first day. I also miss the Leo girl who read this article. She is the best listener and viewer of my university up to now. She understands all my thoughts and supports all my decisions.
So, give the old days my unique love.
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