The first time I became interested in watching this movie was because I happened to see a respondent telling the story of this movie in Zhihu. I thought that after knowing all the plots, this movie would have less impact on me, so I kept dragging it without watching it until a boring night. Even when I opened the movie, I was still wondering whether it was worth using the night of school time to watch a movie that I already knew the plot [really all the plots were known in advance, knowing that the answer is very comprehensive]. I was wrong.
The film uses the usual cold tones of Nordic movies to continue to set off a depressed atmosphere, calmly—or even plainly—showing the fermentation of the sexual assault incident, just like an objective restoration of a real incident. During the movie, I am just a bystander, interpreting the plot and characters in every scene and every action-I think I will always be just a bystander.
Lucas buried Fanny in the rain, and the only friend Brune who chose to still contact him persuaded him to enter the house, and he told Brune to go away. I unexpectedly burst into tears at this moment. I tried to stop, but I couldn't restrain my sadness. I watched Lucas endure the rejection, abuse, and beatings of others, and watched Lucas who was scarred in the church look back countless times with tears in his eyes... I recalled my past, and I thought of him over and over again. Obviously I didn't do anything...All the grievances that I had been squeezed out of that year came to my heart again after many years. I had already burst into tears and couldn't help myself.
Regarding this movie, most people's eyes are focused on children and small town residents, criticizing this human group that pretends to be justice. But I don't think it makes any sense. It seems that the natural psychology of the entire human race will change with just a few calls. Malice is overwhelming, and malice is immortal. Everyone is standing in the sunshine of "justice", holding a shotgun in hand.
So I feel sad, for the hero and for myself. Lamenting its misfortune, mourning it without controversy.
Some people say that the male lead is too strong, but I think it is too gentle, too honest, and bears everything silently. In fact, the ugliest point is cowardice. He always hopes that he will not take the initiative to make troubles. The big and small things are turned into small ones. Because I used to be like this, what a damn thing is strong tm, but to let myself swallow all this silently and find an excuse to deceive myself.
I don’t know how the male protagonist spent the sentence "One years later". I don’t know what he chose to do after he understood the indispensable malice and still had a gun point aimed at him. I only know every night. , I lay in bed and told myself that there will always be a day out. I finally understood that since I am powerless to change others, I can only choose to make changes myself. I finally lost who I was.
So from my weakness and cowardice, I learned patience, learned to cater to others, and learned how to behave. Everything goes well in life, and I have endured it for the past five years. I can't change others by venting my dissatisfaction, so I choose to adapt myself. I swallowed my dissatisfaction with others and made them comfortable, desperately trying to get rid of loneliness. Forbearance, this has become my ultimate law.
Just like what Mr. Lu Xun said, "If you don't erupt in silence, you will perish in silence", I have lived not the self I used to be, and the me who used to be is-in short, I can't change back. After all, this is the path I chose, so who is to blame? Or is it a blessing in disguise? Am I finally an extrovert who can communicate with others?
Lamenting its undisputed, lamenting its misfortune.
——2017.11.07
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