At first, I thought it was just an ordinary gay movie. One was M who was dressed as a straight man and had a seemingly happy family. The old rules of ethics and morality have always bound M. After all, the fishermen of this duty can't let go. They dare not face the pressure of public opinion from the outside world. Seeing this, I laughed. It's a repressed comrade, and it's a vulgar story, but the scene is changed to the seaside of Peru, which is nothing new.
Then, without warning, S drowns and turns into a ghost, but unexpectedly, only M can see him. I don't know if it's sad or happy, but their reunion turned out to be the reunion of a ghost. The romance that could not be made public can now be carried out in broad daylight. They can hold hands as if no one else is there, walk happily on the beach, and don't have to make excuses to go to a faraway island to hang out. When they see them holding hands on the beach where people come and go , I burst into tears. Is this the price of publicity? Does someone have to be a ghost before they can be together in the open? Why does such a beautiful love have to see the light at this time? I thought that even in an open western society, gays would avoid intimate actions in public. In China, a country known as a five-thousand-year civilization, homosexuality is still considered immoral, not to mention in such a remote small fishing village in South America ? I completely understand M's forbearance. I just feel sorry for the handsome and free painter, who can only hold hands with his lover by turning into a ghost. Isn't this price too high?
When M was discovered and suspected by everyone because of his painting, he went to S, the two quarreled, and then they fought hard. In the end, S pressed on M's body, stroked him forcefully, and said in a choked voice, Who are you lying to, you just refuse to admit the fact that you love me. M said, I can't love you, Thiago, that's not right. S looked at him and asked, who said it, who the fuck said it. In fact, when M said this was wrong, my eyes were blurred with tears, and I burst into tears when S asked. This is not right, this is not right, how many people have been bound by traditional concepts and how many people have been murdered, they are bound like invisible ropes, unable to move, the source of all tragedies is this wrong. No matter how S questioned, struggled, and worked hard, he couldn't tear open the layers of thick cocoons covering M. The futile question was asked many times to this sick world, is anyone listening?
The third time I shed tears, when M confessed to his wife, his wife asked him if he still loved him, he hesitated and nodded reluctantly, I was not only surprised by his final confession and release, but also by his He was moved by his true love for S, what a strong and irreversible feeling, like the waves hitting the beach forever, rolled ashore layer by layer, and dragged back again and again, again and again, year after year year after year. He finally dared to face everyone, face his sincerity, face the soul of his lover who died, and nodded bravely.
In fact, at the end, M resisted the pressure and mourned S for S. This is the inevitable development of the plot, but I don't have much feelings. The last parting kiss, the real goodbye, is sad, but also happy, after all, they are all willing to Look inside and give this love the dignity it deserves.
Just like the name of the film contracorriente (undertow back waves), this story tells the story of the protagonist, M, following the tide, constantly estranged from his true love and sincerity, and finally turned back to save the lover who has left. It's a radiant smile.
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