People like to see what they want to see. Zha's "Watchmen" is unworthy, largely because it ruthlessly excludes any possibility of a positive interpretation, thoroughly exposing the defeatist and extremist psychology behind the heroic complex. As for this film, since the film retains the multiple narratives, it also leaves room for the audience's imagination. So what you will see below is nothing but the words of my family.
In the director's cut, the image of the doctor becomes a big player in the doll's imagination to steal her virginity. But this big player is not only dignified, but also soft-spoken, promising freedom everywhere, like a preacher in the post-industrial era:
All I require from you is a slither of a moment. To have you not by force, but simply as a man and a woman. To see in your eye, that simple truth, that you give yourself to me freely. Not because you have to, but because you want to. Now of course, for such a gem, I will give as well. I'm willing to give you freedom. Pure and total freedom. Freedom from the drudgery of everyday life. Freedom as abstract ideal. Freedom from pain. Freedom from responsibility. Freedom from guilt. From regret. Freedom from sadness. Freedom from loss. The freedom to be happy. Don't close your eyes; I need you to look at me. The freedom to love.
What a beautiful promise, but we know that, whether in an imaginary brothel or in a real mental hospital, the promise is nothing more than a double destruction of the body and the mind. Orwell said he wanted to stay with the peasants and village women because he understood that these people had no illusions about life; the ultimate enslavement was declared complete only when it seemed like a free choice.
We see the doll walking through the battlefield of the devastated mental hospital. It seems that every struggle of her is real, but in this world where imagination and reality are intertwined, there is no real evidence to prove the other heroines. Existence, even the world from which Sweet Bean escaped looks so beautiful and illusory. Perhaps this last freedom and sustenance, this virtuous spirit, is nothing but a metaphor for the doll's choice to accept the false promise of the exploitative system and to voluntarily become a potted plant.
We can choose to escape to work, to entertainment, to the battlefield (e.g. young people can't find work and join the military), to LSD, but when you realize that the asylum is not the world, the world is the asylum At that time, real freedom is nothing but freedom not to see, not to listen, or not to think, so what kind of paradise is there?
refer to:
The Zero-Sum Game of Slavery and Rebellion——A Short Review of "Transnational Banking"
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