Not surprisingly, the audience almost all fell to one side, seeing the middle-aged female lawyer who pursued unscrupulous sex as a scourge, sympathizing with her stepson, thinking that she was a victim of a strong woman, and a victim of the happiness of the middle-class family. Sexual predators under gender inversion tend to be even more odious to most viewers. However, drowning the "Queen" with saliva is not necessarily the intention of the Danish director.
A short comment that agrees with said: "The female subject looks like 60 years old. The teenager does not seem to have any physical or mental obsession with her. The most feeling is probably that she thought she was a conqueror or an equal participant in the game, but the relationship was reversed. Later, I am not willing to be manipulated, used and played." As a "boy" who is almost the same age as the character, I want to talk about how all this happened from the perspective of a boy. (The whole film is from the perspective of middle-aged women)
First of all, I am a rebellious teenager who grew up in a broken family. When I was young, I loved and admired Dad very much, but Dad left us and my mother raised me strongly and alone, but also made my home like a prison.
In fact, even if my parents were not divorced, I would become surly and rebellious. I would skip school, occasionally steal something, take my girlfriend to the house for sex, and treat the house as a hotel and bank. I know I am incurable, and my parents know that I am incurable, so I am looking forward to graduating from high school and find a job to support myself.
Although I always have no expression or a hippie smile, as if it doesn't matter, I sometimes feel heartache. I will feel angry, resentful, mad father left us for another woman, mad father made me lonely when I was supposed to be with me, mad at the sadness that can't be erased... mad today, I became a goofy idler , Dispensable for anyone.
My biggest feeling is that I am confused. Completely at a loss.
Maybe everything would have been different, but who knows?
Then one day my mother said to me that you should live with your father for two days, which is good for you. I agreed with a muddled voice. Soon my father also called to let me go. So I took my luggage and went, but I actually felt that it didn't matter, it didn't matter where it went, from Sweden to Denmark, from home to home, but from hotel to hotel.
Dad and his wife have two daughters. This place seems a bit more lively than my mother and me’s home. His daughters like me very much, and his lawyer wife always looks at me with incomprehensible eyes.
Maybe everything will be different, it will get better, but I can't help but repeat the trick. I stole my home and pretended to be a robbery. However, the queen of this family saw through my tricks at a glance, and when I confronted her, she said forgive me. I left with a look of disdain, but a different kind of emotion was surging in my heart.
I started to pay attention to my stepmother, she was milfs but still charming, she was smart and capable and had a decent job. She sometimes communicated with me in words and eyes that I thought was provocative, and once even kissed me.
I made her daughters very happy, and the relationship with her father is getting better. The stepmother liked me, and she tolerated my fault for it. I like the feeling of being accepted and liked by everyone, even though I am ashamed to admit it.
Then one night, my stepmother walked into my room in her pajamas, pushed me up and lifted her clothes to invite me to enter her from behind. I was surprised and happy, I never knew she wanted me so much, needed me so much. I feel that I am strong and important. I like this feeling, so I conquered her without hesitation.
After the job, she touched my face like a reward for a kid who did the right thing, kissed me, and left.
All this is a mystery. She is a mystery. However I enjoy it. I believe that I am the ruler, and she was conquered by me-the most unlikely person, I captured her.
I continue to enjoy the happy family life that I have only recently had with peace of mind, traveling with my father and family, and having fun with my stepmother from time to time. Very happy, everyone laughs sweetly, but I sometimes feel heartache.
I don't know if this is right-on the one hand I know it is wrong, on the other hand I believe in my stepmother, this knowledgeable, capable, sharp and capable woman. I want to continue to dominate her, and I am confused by the energy she possesses. I was attracted to touch her bottom line, and then cringed at uncovering the fragile film covering the truth.
I am very confused. I want everyone to continue to love me, and I don't want my father to hate me, but secretly ashamed and distressed. I have many worries and many desires and desires. I was sinking deeper and deeper in the sex game with my stepmother. My attachment to her had exceeded her desire for me, and I became a little disturbed.
At the sister's birthday party, the sister and the guests took all the attention of the stepmother. I felt a little bit jealous, and no one around me kissed her unscrupulously, trying to arouse her lust for me. I didn't know that she was so angry that she was angry with me and told me not to touch her again.
I was stunned. I seemed to be awake for a while, and then felt an avalanche of heartache.
Although I don't quite clearly understand what this means, I also know ignorantly that my good days at Dad's house are coming to an end.
I suddenly understood that I never had control over my stepmother, whether it was sex or love. Everything must follow her rules of the game. I just rebelled a little bit, and then I was out.
With that, I already love my sister and dad so much, and so attached to such a happy family life, now all of this has to leave me.
I feel played, lonely, deceived, angry, sad, and hopeless.
So I climbed into the tree and went crazy, ruining this originally perfect birthday party. Falling down from a tree deliberately pretended to be paralyzed, making Dad sad and angry. And the stepmother sees everything in her eyes.
I understand that I have to leave, but how unwilling I am and how unwilling I am. Although I always seem to be in a state of ignorance, even though I am stupid and I made a mistake, the price is too heavy, and I should not be solely responsible for this mistake.
I am not the only one who made a mistake. If anyone knows the truth, they might still regard me as a victim. If the happiness I want is out of reach, her family is also in jeopardy.
So I found her and asked her to tell the truth, but her talent and logic left me stunned-she knew how this would happen, she was unscathed, and I lost my father's trust.
She asked me what are you doing this for? In despair and humiliation, I cried out "justice" in tears, and she smiled indifferently.
Yes, she has already seen me through. This has nothing to do with justice, or even right or wrong. She wants young sex that does not endanger the family, and I want the warmth and care from the family, but this is too fragile than the basis of the transaction-I am naive, ignorant, impulsive, rebellious and fragile. Did she foresee the coming of this day? Maybe, but she was so cold that she had forgotten that I was a fragile child.
Her eagerness to protect herself was not the one that hurt me the most. It was Dad who hurt me the most. After I opened my heart and suppressed the feelings of shame, self-loathing and fear, and confided to him the truth, he actually chose to believe in the stepmother. Say words, and treat me as a liar with ulterior motives for attention.
I can’t understand why he doesn’t believe me (the audience must understand it)
But I know this time, all the good hopes have truly left me. Although I knew I hopelessly tried to struggle and justify, and even kissed my stepmother to try to arouse her lust to save me, it was all over. No one loves me, ignores me, and even secretly hates me. Dad doesn't believe me. The warm home was in vain.
Although I am extremely rebellious and seem to care nothing about everything, but in fact, only home and family are what I care about the most. I am attached to the things I cannot give up.
I am totally desperate. What is "justice"? I don't understand, I just blurted out.
I jumped into the rabbit hole like Alice. What killed me? My folly? Her desire? His indifference? I have no idea.
What will happen to everything if I am not dead?
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