At one o'clock in the morning, I watched "Calling for Love in the Center of the World" with Liang Jingjing. When I went to the audio and video store before, I hesitated and didn't buy it. Although I read on the packaging that it was the most touching story after ××, I still don’t believe that I can be moved. Sure enough, it's not very moved, hey. The older you get, the colder your heart becomes.
Liangjingjing said that she should watch these kinds of films regularly, lest she become a complete realist who doesn't believe in love at all. And love, what is it?
Love is doomed, I think.
There is a vast sea of people, and all living beings, how can they meet this person, fall in love, and then forget it even to death. In the happy last moment of summer, Sakutaro and Aki, who sat opposite each other on the terrace of the dilapidated castle at sunset, bowed their heads and slightly bent their backs, like two semi-circles that were about to be closed, sad and beautiful, but they never joined together. full. Maybe each other is not the other half of the apple, or maybe, the destiny is that the two of them will not end well? And the next time, their love, their chance to connect to perfection has been cut off by the glass wall of the sterile ward, so close at hand and far away.
When Typhoon No. 29 came, their footsteps could no longer extend a little further. Here, here, is the end of the world. He said, next time, let's go together. She cried, where do we have the next time? !
There will never be a chance to do it all over again, never the night where she stared at his sleeping face, never again when she looked up at his smile in the sun in a red tracksuit, never again when she wrapped his arms around his waist from behind. The warmth was gone, and the other girl he loved, with a fluttering white dress, stood on the edge of the cliff on the isolated island in the sea and waved her arms to him.
Not what is fate? Years later, he returned to the small coastal town where they lived together, cried bitterly in the small photo studio where they once took wedding photos, immersed in the majestic thoughts of her, and was doomed.
Not what is fate? To him, to Aki, to Ritsuko. What kind of power is in the dark, pulling the two surviving people together, and then when they are about to start a new life together, they suddenly discover each other's past, and then see Aki's face in each other's eyes at the same time.
The story should end here. Aji is their shared past that cannot be looked back, the wound they licked alone in the silent night, when a participant suddenly appeared. Will he be next to the disease or will he avoid it? Perhaps it should be left to the viewers to imagine that the tapes that have been lost for many years should be the initial and final connection between Sakutaro and Ritsuko.
Therefore, the treatment at the end of the film makes me very unhappy. I would rather see Sakutaro alone in the center of the world, after listening to Aki's last wish, he stretched out his empty hands and smiled miserably: Aki, it seems that I will not be able to live my own life in this lifetime.
Such a fate is completely doomed, and we will never forget it.
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