The opening is a narrative about oslo in different tones, all kinds of traces of warm life, but the picture suddenly breaks in the sound of the sudden collapse of the building, as if it is foreseeing the beginning of some kind of end. Oslo, the last day of August. The whole film is about the day before August 31. Short, but heavy as a daily life that can never escape.
The picture is usually silent. There is very little dialogue. There is bright and dazzling daylight, the protagonist who always prefers black coats, and the background that is sometimes deafening and sometimes quiet. This film has all the elements that cause melancholy: attempted suicide, drug use, prejudice, depression, dead friends, free family members, irretrievable lovers with only one name, the stagnation of smiles and subtle atmosphere between conversations.
The protagonist is smart, handsome, well-educated, and easy to be liked, but he can't see any future at a glance. He made up his mind to commit suicide at the beginning without success; under the encouragement of his friends in the past, he decided to interview and contact the lovers who were left behind, trying to start a new life, but without success; when he angrily threw his resume into the trash can , Sitting in a cafe and looking at other people’s lives and their happiness, I suddenly understood the so-called "happy people are all morons" mood. The girl in the cafe told her dreams word by word with sweet longing, one by one, "...and be loved", and the air was so warm in the afternoon. Maybe I can still have dreams in my life, he thought, while waiting for his sister in the restaurant, waiting for the warmth of relatives. All he was waiting for was jealous rebuke and indifferent distrust. At that time, I was thinking, I'm afraid this movie won't be happy ending anymore. He has experienced disillusionment and pain time and time again, and the rest, I am afraid, is the more numb heart, and the deeper and deeper indulgence.
Lying on the grass in the park, waking up with eyes open, the dusk was drooping, and there was no one around. The crowds that once surrounded him seemed like unreal phantoms. The out-of-fits at the party, the reminiscence with nostalgia, theft, the purchase of drugs again, the carnival in the night, the rhythm of the film is also accelerating decay. In the deserted streets in the middle of the night, bicycles drove through the smoke of carbon dioxide, with a smile of despair and indulgence, smiling, smiling, and smiling, and finally covering his eyes to let the tears seep through the fingers. Jumping into the disappearing swimming pool in the morning light, watching the bright sunrise, the camera swaying through the sweet and quiet bushes, this last day's struggle ended in a dying posture lying on the side of the bed.
August 31 has already come. Lovers who have passed away are irreparable after all, and those who have passed away together are the home that is about to be sold, and the hope and possibility of starting again. Anders said Thomas once said that if a person wants to destroy himself, then the society should allow him to do so. However, Anders longed for caring, longed for someone to give him love, longed and tried to persuade himself that there was a chance to start again. However, he still messed up everything. This time, he was passively destroying himself. The life of being destroyed made him unable to believe in any possibility of getting better. He said, it will be good, of course it will be good, except that it's impossible.
I always remember the last moment he played the piano. From the very beginning, I discovered a broken key that no longer produces sound. While he bumped, I was worried about when the broken key would terminate the entire movement. The broken keys are just like those years that were erased from the resume. There are blank spaces, but all future possibilities are blocked.
In the end, I even thought, let him shoot himself up, so that the collapse process can at least have an end. However, like a soft mockery, how could this broken life end so easily, or in other words, there is no way to end it. The repeated empty shots, broken keys, and this broken loop continue, like an endless cage.
For some reason, facing the ending credits rising in the silence, he sat on a chair, but did not want to get up for a long time. The silent keys were always swayed in front of my eyes, but when they were broken, they sounded like they shook in my heart.
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