At first I didn't figure out whether Weisman was a decent villain. He seems to be an agent robot trained by the organization to have no emotions. He is always cold and expressionless, his voice does not contain any emotions, and he has no private life. The true emotions and sorrows are invisible. Putting it in life is a very boring body.
However, when he listened to the writer playing piano music with big headphones in that dark warehouse, he shed two lines of tears in the dark, and I began to wonder why; when he was in the small bar, he was well-trained Hidden in the shadow of the light, comforting the writer’s wife, the playwright, when the audience liked her performance, I was still wondering if he came to harm her; when he was buried in the arms of a prostitute but was retreated by the prostitute , I think he is so pitiful and pathetic, and has a sympathetic and cold-blooded attitude towards him; until he recorded on the typewriter that the writers were writing a play on the anniversary of the founding of the Republic, I was sure that he might be a flesh and blood. Soul, a hot and restrained soul hidden under a stylized cold mask. Perhaps his long dusted heart was touched by the passion of the writer, or he was an agent with an unshakable conscience. His feeling of liberating, moving, and forbearing joy).
This actor is so impressive that he can tell a moving story with his eyes alone. Especially when Christina actually confessed to the location of the typewriter, his eyes seemed to be shocked, sad, resentful, and regretful, as if yelling: How can you tell? How can you say it? You are his favorite lover, how can you betray him? But his feelings are always revealed in an instant. He still completed all the interrogation procedures blankly. And the time when his feelings were most expressed was when Christina couldn't bear her betrayal and she rushed to the road and was hit by a big truck. Weissman knelt down, as if to cry, and murmured that I had put the typewriter on. Take it away, I have taken the typewriter away, he will be fine... Maybe the audience is expecting him to hold the woman and cry, and vent all the pain and secrets they have been carrying, but when the writers arrive He just stood up silently and retreated to the back, finishing his clothes, regaining an ice cube face, and left with the police officer.
When the writer opened the file that recorded himself many years later, he was shocked to find that his favorite woman had signed a pledge to monitor and report his actions. He was even more shocked to discover that he had contributed reactionary articles to West Germany. Such a big storm could not find any clues in the monitoring records. He kept seeing the code name HGWXXX/7. The scene that impressed me was that the assistant at the front desk looked for the code name among piles of cards. Those cards were so small and so many that it made people think that such a great thing as life can only be a code name, a forgotten one. Corner card.
I once regretted why the writer obviously saw Weisman from a distance but did not go up to express his gratitude. The hero who once saved his life and saved his creative life, now in the cold wind, the family has to send emails and will continue Vote for 20 years. In a certain sense, he used his own life to save another life, exchanged his nirvana and blooming life with his shrewd future, and used his own life to pave the way and burn the lives of others. Lives of others.
It wasn't until 4 years later that the author wrote the book: Sonata for Good People. I think this is probably the most perfect, deepest and most extraordinary thanks.
I thought it was a spy drama, or a story about betrayal and betrayal, but it tells that even in such a harsh and dark environment, the great brilliance of human nature is still shining.
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