What story does this movie tell? To put it simply, it is the story of three ignorant Sao Nian who entered the house and robbed blind veterans, but were counterattacked by the Jedi.
"castrated"
What's so special about this veteran? He is a blind man. He originally lived with his daughter, but one day her daughter was hit by a car of the second generation of officials (or the second generation of rich people). So, he lived alone in a big House with no one around for four blocks. Because of his daughter's death, the perpetrator paid him a large sum of money for the sake of peace. The three little thieves set their sights on the money. Originally, they wanted to take advantage of the dark and windy night to enter the room and steal the money to leave. Unexpectedly, three of them would go, and only one would return. The survivor heroine is not because of her wit and skill, but because the veteran "
shows mercy" - the veteran who lost his beloved daughter imprisoned the perpetrator, who is about the same age as his daughter. Imprisonment is to want her to have a child and let her go when the child is born. Unexpectedly, three intruders suddenly appeared. After the incident, the veteran shot and killed the girl, so he planned to let the heroine take over the job of "borrowing a child"... In the end, the heroine succeeded Escape, the veteran is still alive. (As you wisely guessed, there's also Hold Your Breath 2.)
At the time, after watching the movie, I just felt that the plot was tense. Later, I often think back to the film, and it often creates ripples in my mind of "horror" called "loneliness".
Aging and growth are always accompanied by "castration". Take the veteran soldier as an example. The country let him go to the battlefield. After he came back, he didn't bring honor, just a disabled old man at the bottom. There are no medals in his family, only a few pictures of his daughter are displayed. His daughter died unexpectedly, like being abandoned by honor, and the last family love also abandoned him. It's his seemingly "vulnerable" situation that attracts thieves with ill-conceived ideas. In the end, what he desperately wanted to save was not the huge sum of money, but the last hope in his life - the child in his belly. But in the end hope was dashed.
That's what "marginal people" are, just because you don't provoke others doesn't mean you won't be threatened by others. A person who is abandoned by the world is not in a worldly situation, and God's fraternity cannot take care of him, and punishment is accordingly ineffective against him. Therefore, the more lonely people are, the harder their lives are. Lonely people are "outsiders".
outsider
When it comes to "The Outsider" I think of Camus's novel of the same name. When my artistic temperament was at its most glamorous, the first Camus book I read was The Myth of Sisyphus. When I closed the book, I couldn't help but think of my monotonous life. I was either eating, drinking or dating: I want to meet boy A today, although he is handsome, but he is superficial and anxious; I want to meet boy B tomorrow, very deep. , but looks ugly and melancholy; I have an appointment with a boy C the day after tomorrow, and I don't wash my hair, so I don't want to go out...
Some people like to mess around when they have nothing to do, they want to stuff their teeth when they drink water, they always feel that life is too dull I am not the carefree God bestows on me. This sometimes tangled, sometimes open-minded, sometimes compassionate, sometimes indifferent, sometimes wild, sometimes introverted character always makes me feel out of tune with the world. So, in the eyes of many people, I am an outlier.
"Today, mother died...maybe it was yesterday" - Albert Camus
Once, I went to the funeral of a distant relative, accompanied by a cousin. Before the body was cremated, relatives stood in a row for a farewell ceremony. I lowered my head silently, and soon saw my cousin next to me was crying. After that, my cousin asked me why I didn't cry. I said I don't know where to cry. My cousin rolled her eyes at me and said with a look of disdain that I was cold-blooded. My mom said the exact same thing, just because she cried while watching an emotional mediation show and I didn't.
Am I really indifferent? In fact, I am just like ordinary people, but I am not good at expressing pain with crying, just like my relatives are not good at expressing love in the way I want.
For relatives, sometimes you will be moved, because they give wholeheartedly for you, which is absolutely impossible for people who are not related by blood. Without a doubt, they are the people in this world who truly love you.
Sometimes you will be very helpless, why when you were a baby, you are always ridiculed, despised, suppressed, and treated indifferently when you grow up. Is it becoming worse and worse, or is it that the family is becoming more and more unreasonable? People tend to be silent about things that don't have an answer.
We have always considered each other's issues from our respective positions, and no amount of quarrels are just a waste of time. Kinship deepens inner loneliness, so responsibility becomes a burden that people cannot shake off.
Family love is always withdrawn from long trips and partings again and again. In the end, all we can do is to greet each other, but there is nothing we can do about each other's loneliness. Over time, relatives have become a heavy concern - always thinking about when they are far away, and always disgusting when they are near.
I keep putting off what I want to say, and I often talk to myself when people go to the building... When I get tired of listening to someone and want to get rid of him, I pretend to agree . - Albert Camus
I remember in high school, once, a classmate asked to write a random person's name, and then everyone took turns evaluating the person with one word. At that time, everyone's evaluation of me was basically: strange, strange, bizarre, alternative... Some time ago, I asked my high school classmate for confirmation, and she said that I was really what others said, and I still do.
I don't deny this. I care about a lot of things differently from others, and it's hard for others to pick up on what I say, often making the atmosphere stiff and chatting to death. So, I never doubted that I was special. I will definitely open up my heart and talk to people I get along with. I will deliberately keep a distance from people I don’t get along with. Even if I accidentally run into someone on the street, I will take a detour, for fear of greeting or rhetorically trying to find a topic.
Once at the dinner table, a few friends were drinking together, and a friend I didn't know very well had been complaining about his work and family. After drinking a bottle of Jiang Xiaobai, he was still chattering, I put the bottle in front of him in a rage, and read to the text on it: "Don't spread your heart everywhere, because you are not the only one who has a story." Complaining is useless, everyone can only carry the courage on their shoulders. I never spoke to the group again after that.
For a person like me, I believe that no organization can incorporate me, and I will be wary of all kinds of preaching and brainwashing. Naturally, I don't belong to any small group either. Even watching a movie, I feel that only myself and Eddie Peng behind the screen refuse to allow a third person to participate in the discussion of our love.
In order to stay independent, I like to isolate myself and only give myself the right to call myself.
I haven't forgotten her, but I have too much to do. ——Albert Camus
We are always devoted to love, to seek romance, tenderness and consonance. We crave an emotion that we can understand without words. There is a line in the play "Softness", when we meet love and sex, it is not uncommon, but understanding is what is rare. Understand, more tempting than wishful thinking. It can fill our unfulfilled desires, but love and marriage can become overwhelming when more and more of the gaps need to be filled by love.
Even though love has too much warmth, it cannot stand the cold wind of loneliness. A late call or a message that you forget to reply may detonate emotions and become the reason for quarrel and breakup. We've been in loneliness for too long, and once left out, loneliness comes back. Sometimes in order to avoid ending, we choose to avoid starting or ending early.
However, love is just a simple emotion, which can relieve but cannot save loneliness. A partner is not a hero, but can be a good opponent. The two are evenly matched, neither afraid to expose their weaknesses, but also grow each other in the contest; give appropriate care while maintaining appropriate distance; tolerant and independent, humble and fearless.
The world will never become warm because of a certain person. The reason why people are indifferent is to adapt to the cruelty of society. Loneliness makes a person extremely sensitive, just like the veteran in "Hold Your Breath", whoever dares to give him a little stimulation, he will definitely give you 10,000 crit points. The amount of loneliness a person has resisted, the amount of strength he has to deal with the world. Everything that invades you makes you stronger, and everything you take away becomes another force imposed upon you.
Loneliness will not disappear because of the abundance of family, friendship and love, but will only open a bigger gap in various irreconcilable relationships, making you seem to be on the outside in every relationship. The fine-tuning of interpersonal relationships is also to demarcate the boundaries between you and others. It is like building a house that is most suitable for your living area. While keeping yourself quiet, you also accept a moderate amount of noise. No one can live in your life, and no one can be completely isolated from the world.
Loneliness has become so ingrained in me that it often makes me feel threatened and makes me afraid to let my guard down about anything. Like a whip, no matter how hard you try, it won't stop whipping, making you spin and dance in torment.
Life is fluid, only loneliness does not change. It is the best state of life to be peacefully lonely and indifferently active.
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