- Dazai" setting sun "
movie act II, when my sister was unable to call for help in the operations of Justin, her husband John shouted at the side:" Unbelievable "!
Claire back only a short one:" she's ill. (Many people after watching the film, scolded Justin for being hypocritical, empty and unreasonable, but forgot this sentence.) The
whole film is built on this - Justin's melancholy.
Justin's melancholy took root in her soul, and the roots were swollen and swollen, encasing her whole heart.
She was stuck in the quagmire, struggling. She made a deal with her brother-in-law: an expensive, grand wedding in exchange for her happiness; she left countless times at the wedding: to sleep, stargazing, taking a bath, and then laughing and returning to the noisy wedding scene; She huddled in her nephew's cot, talking wearily to her sister Claire; she slumped on the sofa, trying to seek comfort from her mean mother; she was trapped in the twilight, begging her father to stay the night; she refused the groom's courtship , but was having sex with a staff member he just met on the golf course.
She took the initiative to tear up her love and career, breaking with the normal world.
She said to Claire, "I have been walking very hard on this road, and I have been praying, as if my legs are entangled, and I have to use all my strength to move forward slowly."
The despair and struggle in the depths of the soul are often just a small sound. An inaudible cry, small and heavy, hoarse but powerless.
Justin's struggle
In the first act, it's almost all Justin struggling alone. Others stood on the edge of the quagmire and watched coldly, some sneered; some avoided it; some ignored it and left. The only one who held out his hand was her groom, who bought her an apple field, hoping that she could find comfort and hope from it.
But it's no different than giving a deaf person a ticket to a show in the Golden Hall. There is a distance of 108,000 miles between a melancholic and a normal person who can perceive happiness. His help is sincere but ineffective. He can't save Justin.
After struggling, Justin fell into deep powerlessness. She was like a rapidly aging fish stranded in a quagmire of melancholy. She lost her strength to walk and her whole body's vitality, and began to become lethargic, dull, and dull.
Facing her favorite bacon patty, she commented: "This tastes like ashes."
Justin's abandonment
The second act opens, and Justin's thirst for destruction and death brings in the Melancholy Star.
This blue asteroid is constantly approaching the earth and will dance a "dance of death" with the earth.
Doomsday begins.
Claire became restless and bought a whole bottle of sleeping pills; John moved in the telescope and calculated the distance every day; Leo murmured his fears and fears on Justin's shoulders in a low voice; the little priest left without a word; Only Justin remained uncharacteristically calm and sober.
This is a ridiculous inversion.
In the apocalyptic scene, normal people are panicked and at a loss, but Justin is like a normal person and even comforts her sister in turn.
As the Melancholy star approached, two light sources appeared in the sky above the night, the normal moon on the left and the Melancholy star with a deadly blue light on the right. Justin chose the right, she hurried across the lawn cast by the blue light, through the jumbled jungle, lying on the riverbank, naked in the light of the melancholy star - she chose destruction.
This scene is beautiful and shocking, like a calm and peaceful oil painting. Underneath the canvas is Justin's joy at the coming of the end times.
She was looking forward to the end of the world from the bottom of her heart, and was full of excitement because of the fantasy of the end-time picture in her mind.
She hoped that Melancholy would hit the earth violently and violently, like the biblical flood, pouring despair down from the sky, raging over every inch of the land, and surging over every continent in the world.
"O maggots! Dark friends without ears and eyes,
behold, the free and merry dead come to you;
you, wise men of pleasure, descendants of decay,
burrow into my remains, and do not care, and
tell me that this soulless and dead man
There is still pain in the old body among the dead."
- Baudelaire, "The Merry Dead"
Melancholia is a self-portrait and carnival dedicated to the melancholic.
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