In the afternoon, I always feel that I have reluctantly handed over the energy of my body and mind with the separation of a meal. The vitality of the morning was exhausted. As the actor said, "He rarely eats lunch. He spends time shopping." Is it trying to get closer to yourself and hold more things? Walking on the street in the afternoon, what I see is the scenery, the empty scenery, and at the same time it becomes the scenery, the unconscious scenery.
When the male protagonist is controlled by a certain sense of powerlessness, prostration and depression, something more graceful than the underlying self grows in the air outside and inside. He started to get lost, looking left and right. One afternoon, sitting behind a glass in a cafe, he classified passing women as indifferent, hesitant, busy, accompanied, lonely and hasty. He fantasized that he could get them in a few words. The only one who called him a failure was a hurried girl, only her eyes could be exposed like a child, and the others were the same as men. Maybe the more time you walk around the world, the more deals you make with the devil. In the afternoon, I reluctantly pulled myself out and handed it over to the road, sidewalks, unopened street lamps, desks... everything that could be touched but was absolutely nothing.
Chloe is a woman who appeared during this period. Maybe for her a man is the man she needs at this time.
Chloe is completely different from his wife. His wife is too routine. Her language, smile, posture and decisions are like silk wrapped around a married man. Chloe, on the other hand, is active, egoistic, masculine, and most importantly, erratic.
At first the man was a little repulsive, or afraid to see her, and it was very likely that he knew too well that he was in danger, and the danger was of his own making. Slowly, he began to falter as Chloe kept showing up to fill his afternoons. He struggled, but it wasn't painful. He thought he was enjoying the process and grasping the most natural rhythm. He even gave Chloe a schadenfreude grin. I think laughter is unusual because a man's calm, contemplation is like a bell jar that protects him all the time. He began to miss Chloe, anxious about her brief disappearance, waiting to hear from her. But from the beginning to the end, he was like a hunter who waited for the rabbit.
The first climax of the film is when the man starts haunting Chloe's apartment, I can't tell if it's waiting for his physical infidelity, expecting it, a kind of catharsis. Since it is a "moral story", I don't think this one will be taken lightly.
The last time the man went to Chloe's apartment, he was holding a large pot of plants, and I think he was about to lose control. Then Chloe kept teasing him lightly. However, when he went to stand in front of the bathroom mirror, he looked at his face in an attempt to recognize himself. escape. Go down the roundabout stairs.
The stairs and the wife's cry at the end reminded me again that this is a moral story. We weren't told what the wife was doing when the man was wandering, maybe she was going through the same thing. However, I don't want to categorize it simply as derailment, regression, mental, physical, etc.
Every man in the film always loves himself. That is a kind of great love that can't tolerate anyone, so he can accept and appreciate any woman. What is tragic is that this return may be the beginning of the endless free afternoon consciousness.
"Afternoon" is like a concept, grabbing the entire film leisurely.
No one likes the afternoon because it's too real and too unreal
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