The beginning of the film is full of blurred backgrounds, and the first clear image is the doctor's face that suddenly flashes. The first paragraph is actually the sentence of death sentence. It’s like a conversation between a professor of medicine and a professor of literature in the office. The cold and inexplicable medical vocabulary relentlessly points out the words with puns, and complains that students will not observe or listen. . Quite cold and peaceful conversation.
There are a lot of professional vocabulary and puns in the film, and I have to watch the film with a dictionary.
The title Wit is a pun. Throughout.
What is Wit?
There was a monologue when Vivian was living in the isolation ward.
"I am isolated because of cancer, oh not because of treatment. It is destroying my immune system. Anything that is alive is harmful to my health, especially medical professionals."
"I am not isolated. (Isolated), because I have cancer, there is a grapefruit-sized tumor with me."
Vivian, a scholar specializing in 17th-century English literature, specializes in the poetry of John Donne. Who is John Donne? Oh, the British poet in the 17th century who was famous for exploring the mystery of life and death in his poems.
In other words, Vivian, a scholar who studies John Donne's discussion of death, and a scholar who specializes in literary discussion of death, doesn't need to discuss abstract vocabulary anymore, as long as he opens his eyes, he can see his own death.
The supervisor said when guiding Vivian's thesis that you are using the wrong version of the collection of poems. Do you think the small punctuation marks and the capitalization of the letters have no effect on the meaning of the poem itself? Poems discussing death do not need to use capital letters to emphasize the seriousness of death, semicolons are not needed to separate sentences that say life, death, and eternal life, and exclamation marks are not needed to emphasize the span between the three. Not even that, far from the poet's intention. It's just a comma, a pause between life and death.
Life, death, and immortality. This is not a proposition that can be clarified only by studying and thinking, but not by soaking in the library. The instructor said that the thesis is not that important, Vivian, you are a young and beautiful girl, don't go to the library, go outside to see, play, and live your own life.
From the moment Vivian learned of the illness, he knew that he could not be cured, and the doctor did not even hold out any hope. Although the doctor never mentioned it, she obviously could read this from line to line, what we didn't understand at the beginning.
From the moment she was admitted to the hospital, she was no longer a scholar, she was not even a patient, she was just a data source for walking around.
Her existence is just a "significant contribution to our knowledge"
being asked the same question every day and saying the same thing.
Name?
No one has ever remembered your name.
How are you feeling? It does
n't matter if you almost vomited your intestines or just finished the four-hour operation.
I don't remember where I read such a sentence. When I was alone, I was most afraid of getting sick. I was lying alone in the huge ward, listening to the sound of tragic sounds.
Vivian is alone. Incurable cancer stage 4-there is no stage 5 cancer.
No one can inform, no one can discuss, no one cares, and no one visits—"That won't be necessary." The
only visitor who appeared was the former mentor of Vivian who happened to come into the city, at the time of Vivian's death. .
Although Vivian did not feel sad for most of the time.
In the almost stagnant time facing death, Vivian recalled the tiny bits of her life, chewing important moments in her life in the long sleepless night.
When Vivian couldn't find compassion or even the least respect in the hospital, she recalled that she was not a nice person, stubborn, and never compromised. In other words, it's not easy to get along with. Severe, harsh. Few students can live through her courses, never give students a chance to be lazy, can understand all the worldly humanities but never be kind.
She can imagine the situation after her death. No one is sad. Students can breathe a sigh of relief. Colleagues will take the form of a memorial ceremony, and then berserk her current position.
She obviously regretted it.
Vivian clearly remembers the moment when he realized that he would respect the vocabulary itself throughout his life. A 5-year-old girl lying on the bed and reading fairy tales. Heavy eyelids means drowsy. This is the charm of the vocabulary itself, and I don’t know why I have such a deep memory of this sentence.
Strong as Vivian, also fearful when death is about to come, fear of death, and loneliness. She was asking nurse Susie if she would accompany her to the end.
After such a long wait, death came so quickly.
The last symbol of life is pain. Pain makes your consciousness clear. Caffeine will drive away your pain and also drive away your consciousness.
Shaking? Convulsions endlessly.
Susie. Of course, fortunately there is Susie. Only warm. Susie does not have a zeal for saving lives or a crazily hunger for knowledge. Susie couldn't see a literary scholar or a medical pioneer. All she could see was Vivian, who was suffering and needed care.
Compared to highly educated doctors, Susie is warm. Susie feels that Vivian is more willing to leave the world with dignity, rather than leaving naked, filled with various tubes and various medical instruments, and leaving in humiliation.
Vivian stopped breathing, and Susie would be sad.
The soundtrack is great.
The piercing and sharp sound that continued at the beginning is string music, right? After that, a simple piano melody, clear harmony in a whisper.
The place without the soundtrack is just as good.
When Vivian was sitting in a wheelchair waiting for the doctor on duty to come back for an ultrasound examination, there was a monologue and a poem by John Donne. The background sound was just a slight but constant humming of the ultrasound machine.
The film is very quiet, and the rhythm is not rushed.
But this does not affect the shock of the film.
Emma Thompson's bald head, weight loss, and complexion were shocking enough.
The whole movie is about life and death.
Through the film about other.
Reflections on life.
With regard to data occupying the world, knowledge masters authority, and humanistic care tends to disappear.
There is no way to reverse the slow cooling of the world.
So far, I read through the pen, and what I wrote consciously is still messy and shallow.
Incomparable with the film itself.
above.
Two poems by John Donne mentioned in the film are also attached.
Death be not proud
DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie , or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die."
"This is my play's last scene,
here,
heavens appoint my Phil grime's last mile.
And my race, idly, yet quickly run.
Hath this last pace.
My span's last inch.
My minute's last point.
And gluttonous death will instantly unjoint my body and soul. ”
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