Although the movie ends with a monologue of an erotic maniac, I still don’t think this is a disease. When you fall in love with someone, you already have a disease. So how can it be said that this is a mental illness? In fact, in each of us, there will be a little bit of erotic rhapsody. Secret love is a mild symptom of it, and rhapsody is an escalated secret love.
The story begins with a rose. His wife is pregnant, and he buys flowers to go home to celebrate. Because he was so happy, he gave one to his neighbor and just shared joy, but it was indeed love to hold him in the hands of the other person. How to deal with unexpected accidents? Some people are depressed, some are deeply buried, and some are suffering, but she chooses a special way-imaginary. In the world of your own fantasy, you can easily communicate with your loved ones. For the fruitless love, this may be the most harmless love, but also the greatest harm to yourself. An Qi's fantasy is based on a single interaction. In the real world, she moves again and again, and imagines the results based on her actions. In the end, it affected the other person's life. When the doctor opened the door of An Qi's room and saw himself made of garbage, that moment should be a kind of release and fear.
I like the performance of the movie, showing one thing from the S side, and then overturning and telling you that the truth is the B side, no matter how seamlessly S looks, it is always a fantasy.
At the end of the movie, Allah left the hospital with luggage, the portrait made of pills on that wall, as if she laughed at identifying her as a mental patient. No one knows where she is going or what will happen. This ending, I think, also shows the guide's neutrality towards erotic rhapsody. There is no criticism and responsibility, even if she is wrong a lot. Because love is misunderstood.
I saw a joke today, "If the person you have a crush on also likes you, it means you have a lot of imagination." The movie finally made me understand that love is really just a matter of one person. The imagination of love is very interesting. She doesn't need two people to go up and down on the seesaw. It's more like a swing, and you can be infinitely happy by swinging alone. It’s just that if you don’t play well, you may kill a lot of people if you fall.
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