The French film Le temps qui reste, translated as "The Last Time", quietly records a story about death. The 30-year-old handsome filmmaker Roman suddenly learned that he was terminally ill, and voluntarily gave up low-success rate radiotherapy, chose to stay away from relatives and lovers, and died alone by the sea.
In the expression of death, the new director François Ozon abandoned the previously challenging forms and techniques, and faced it in a more silent way. Roman's struggles, pain, hope, lust, and confusion are all stop at the end, without over-exaggeration. Only one song is used in the whole film, but the photography tone is fuller and brighter. In the final shot, when the tourists disperse, the setting sun reflects on the calm and dead Roman face, quiet and beautiful.
In fact, death itself is such a peaceful and peaceful thing.
Roman's death condenses all my illusions about death.
I would even envy him for leaving like this, leaving alone without any worries.
Death is no pain. The pain is that we are all reluctant to let go, and can't afford to lose and parting. Work cannot be let go, wealth cannot be let go, close relatives, lover, and self cannot be let go. So God can only use death to rudely complete this separation action, pain, because of this.
No matter how beautiful the youth is, it will disappear, and it is a wonderful thing to choose how to die.
When Roman chose to give up treatment, it meant that he chose-death. After that, he arranged for his last dying time. He tried to tell his family about his illness, but he didn't say it, so he simply ridiculed and ridiculed his relationship with his family. He had passionate sex with his lover who had lived for many years and then rudely kicked him out of the house. He left all his property to the children of the women who met by the water. That is his flesh and blood, but this is no longer a stumbling block. Cut off all connections with this world, when death comes, everything is as simple as that. Roman chose a beautiful seaside, threw away the phone, lay on the beach, and died quietly amidst the frolics.
Roman shed the last tear. After all, he could not completely cut off from the whole world. Before he could let go of himself, many memories lingered before him, repeating the joys and pains of the past over and over again. These memories implicated the people and things that moved him. He knew that he couldn't keep it, but he still wanted to take out the camera to take pictures. The whole world can be left behind, the past that can't be left behind.
Everyone has a treasure like this in everyone's heart.
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