Last year was also this time, when my grandmother passed away, I returned home from Beijing for the funeral. The day after sending my grandmother to the crematorium, my father stood in the middle of the living room before going out. After a long time, he told my mother and me: I go to school every day to go to work, and when I come back in the afternoon, I must pass by my grandmother’s house, and my grandmother is always in the alley. The mouth stood and waited, and when he saw his son came back, he would let him go home. Now, the man who was waiting for him at the alley is no longer there. Then he bowed his head, weeping in tears.
Regret is a thorn in the heart of a father who is too late to make amends and fulfill his promise. The fetters of blood, this sweet burden will be slowly blocked by time, broken and disappeared in the journey of our life. Our most primitive vanity and pride about being needed stem from this. No matter how complicated and tangled the parent-child relationship is, it is the connection between each other and the world, like an invisible umbilical cord, carrying the weight of life.
On weekend mornings, make a good cup of tea and start self-abuse watching a horror movie-adapted from Stephen King's novel "1408 Phantom of the Fierce".
A writer specializing in horror hotels insists on staying in a hotel room where 55 people are rumored to have died. The hotel manager tried to stop him and declared that no one could stay in it for more than an hour, but the writer specializing in horror topics opened the door of the murder room with a brass key. To some extent, masochistic tendencies and cynicism correspond to some secret past events in the heart, and even death instinct emotions that need to be suppressed.
I have just complained that the room is not the evil house in my imagination, and all kinds of supernatural phenomena follow one after another. I never believed that the middle-aged writer who lost his mind was trapped in this room and could not escape. The clock by the bedside began to count down the hour, blood, visions, floods, heavy snow, attacked by terrifying ghosts. He tried to escape the room from the outer wall by climbing the window, but when he was clinging to the outer wall of the building, he found that all the other windows in the whole building disappeared in an instant. He fled back to the room, the walls were cracked and bleeding out, he climbed into the airway but was chased by the mummy, every window he looked down was his own past, and he suddenly realized that he was a selfish person, a person who lived up to Responsible son, wayward husband and unqualified father. The landscape painting hanging on the wall rushed towards him, and he woke up to find that he was already in the hospital. He reunited with his estranged wife and visited his father who had not been in touch for a long time. It seemed that all the regrets in life could be made up, but It was a bigger hallucination. Everything was broken. He was still standing in a room that looked like ruins. His dead daughter appeared in front of him and called his father to run into his arms. He hugged her daughter and felt her in his arms again. die in the cold. He frantically grabbed his daughter's body, which was charred to black, but her daughter was shattered into ashes. In the end, he lit the bottle and burned the murderer and himself, or it could be said that his guilt killed his death instinct.
It is not so much a horror movie as a sad movie. What really touched me was the regret and loneliness of life. Stephen King casts the shadow of his childhood in the story, the teenager who lost his father, lost the umbilical cord between the original and the world, the lonely cognition and the desire to belong in the story by the screenwriter should be exactly what Stephen King wants to express .
Humans are social animals, but in a sense, everyone is born alone. We are all trapped in our own 1408, face-to-face with past events, demons, fears, regrets, and the worst version of ourselves. Talking, indulgence, empathy, selective amnesia, and self-created hallucination-like hypnotic selves all compete with the death instinct. way, just don't know if that's the best redemption.
In the evening, I chatted with my friends about this movie, and sorted out the old text PO in 2010. A good movie is worth recommending.
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