Speaking of which, it's a pretty poignant story. However, the lines are sparse, and the expression is desolate.
In the language of the novel, the voiceover takes Tony's birth and childhood in one stroke. Every shot fusion is like flipping a book. The boy who went to middle school, started to cook dinner, bathe by himself, and named Tony Waterfall. The leaves he painted are astonishingly detailed, extremely beautiful, and never tire of seeing them, just like a silent and arrogant loneliness. Tony became an illustrator of sophisticated machines. People who see through the beauty of machinery have spiritual cleanliness. When he falls in love with a woman who is "born to wear clothes", his confession may also be like a dull clock on the surface, and love is like time itself, ticking and ticking non-stop.
The man said that in the first three months of marriage, he was no longer afraid of loneliness, and would feel at ease when he woke up to see her by his side; but he began to be even more afraid of losing her. Every time the spiral loneliness rises, one's ability to bear it will also be lost. When you fall in love with someone, you are doomed to face higher, farther, and more terrifying loneliness.
Soon, women's morbid shopaholicism was rampant. In fact, no one said that she likes to use clothes to fill the emptiness in her heart, which is the same panic as his fear of loneliness, panic without a word. Her legs were so beautiful that every pair of shoes became stilts for the soul. There are too many clothes to buy in the wardrobe, so I use the room as a wardrobe. It sounds like a dream that women yearn for.
The satisfaction of marriage does not allow a woman to solve the problem of inner emptiness, nor can it be cured by shopping. On the way to regret the clothes returned to the store, the woman died in a car accident. When the close-up rises from the legs and shoes and focuses on the face, the ambivalent opposition is exposed. The final scene is also very clean.
A whole room of beautiful clothes, like some kind of desolate post-war city, or a cemetery that is too quiet without sunlight.
Tony, who was eating vegetable salad alone, put his wife's ashes away and was about to water the cactus when he found that his hands were empty, only the container was left. Rainwater flows outside the glass. He was crying on the sofa. When the worst loneliness comes, what will you do? The lover is gone, the shadow of the lover is everywhere, and the lover has left the double loneliness to himself.
He decided to hire a female secretary on the condition that he would wear his wife's leftover clothes to work. He panicked and acted cowardly in the face of this request, because he was a social person with a habit of cleanliness and did not dare to be self-willed. When clothes become relics, they have a statue-like aura. The new female secretary puts on one piece and takes it off; puts on another piece and takes it off... until she bursts into tears. Her explanation was that she had never seen so many beautiful clothes. In fact, what she wants to say is probably that "own body" has never felt sad in such a strange and vast personal beauty.
Father left trumpet and records. Jazz itself did not bring him comfort. The relationship between loneliness and music is probably also a kind of love. You can't force it, but it can also bring people moving scenes. When the music also becomes a relic, the tranquility will also be heavier. Tony is completely alone after selling second-hand clothes and second-hand records. It's like a festivity. With the indifference and cruelty of a monk. When people go to the end on the road of sadness, they become cruel. Abandonment becomes redemption.
Tony uses nothing to save nothing. This is a terminal illness for autistic people. And love is a prison. We are willing to be life prisoners and dare not think about the so-called freedom. Tony curled up in the empty room with nothing left, just like his father curled up in prison, pretending he couldn't hear the execution gun. Where there is love there is loss, and the prisoner has no freedom.
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