"The anatomy of the cricket family has greatly changed people's perception of this subterranean creature. The crouching velvety hairy body, with its flat limbs and short antennae, are naturally adapted to burrow into the soil, occasionally to a depth of one meter, The shovel-like forelimbs are strong and well suited for digging, and as winter comes, all the mole crickets retreat to their burrows, and they hibernate and sleep motionless until the warm spring sun and warm soil wake them up." This is the study. Remarks from the pulpit by Cynthia, Duchess of Butterfly. As a student, Evelyn listened carefully from the audience.
In Peter Strickland's "The Duke of Burgundy" (also translated "The Duke of Burgundy" in 2015), the heroine Cynthia's era is relatively vague, like her lover relationship with the maid Evelyn. Between master and servant, between butterflies and flowers, it's just a playful game of eroticism. At first, it made us believe it was true. As a servant, Evelyn came on a bicycle. She had to knock on the door, she had to be respectful, and she had to obey Cynthia's orders. The harshness was astounding.
"I didn't let you sit," Evelyn immediately stood up. "Go and clean the room today." Or "you go and wash your clothes". The bubbles rolled like a heartbeat. "Master, it's done." "I gonna go see". After a while, the master hooked the wet underwear with his fingers and said, "I forgot this one." "Sorry". "Should be punished". Pull into the room and the punishment begins. "Open your mouth," cried out in pain. When we repeat the next day, we discover that it was just their secret erotic game leading to overflowing, merging, and great satisfaction.
The master-servant relationship is completely reversed. Evelyn's abuse requires Cynthia's "violence" to complete. It's just that the "violence" here is limited to orders and begging. For Evelyn, if Cynthia accidentally spit out "Evelyn, I love you", she will be reprimanded. Only when Cynthia shouted curses like "You bitch, did I tell you to stop", can Aveline's erotic orgasm be awakened, which is the highest ideal of a battered person. But it was Cynthia who suffered, she could only endure this variation of love and serve Aveline. The master-servant relationship is a sociological concept under class category or ideology, but it does not apply here. Love can transcend everything, and of course it can tear everything apart.
Whenever it was late at night, Cynthia was already asleep, and she would always hear the screams of "Huazhong Pine Moth". She had to get up ignorantly and open Aveline, who was locked in the big box. This big box is more like a living coffin. It was like this every night, making Cynthia exhausted both physically and mentally. Fortunately, they all have the same hobby of being obsessed with butterflies, which can be used as a buffer before they get out of control.
Indulge in one thing, there will always be dependence. The same goes for battered lust. Not only that, Evelyn needed more abuse, she had to book a special lift bed, which left Cynthia helpless. If you don't follow it, your face will be ugly, and she will hook up with Robusia, a neighbor woman who has never appeared on the scene. Cynthia has nightmares again and again, and dreams that Aveline in the box has become a skeleton.
A swollen Cynthia would always switch to different headgear wigs, leather boots, and sexy lingerie. There is a clear but blurred line between sadism and giving. Just like the beginning of the film, Evelyn turned her head to look up at the big tree by the stream, the butterflies fluttered, and a slow-sounding song rang out, "When you complete your dream, you will always come back to me, at least that's the way it is, I've already walked through this path. Road, you will no longer wander, will you come back, the world is changing, but you are independent, your heart has not changed, my dear, your heart has not changed, you will come back to me and continue to fulfill my dream.”
In order to achieve a high degree of integration of body, spirit and soul, idealized love and noble lust can only be reduced to personal raving dreams. "I am so happy, I love you, and my happiness is indescribable," Cynthia said. But immediately followed by "I'm not happy, I don't love you, you bitch, you're late", this erotic drama, like an established ceremony, seems solemn and sacred. Criticism becomes a flirtatious perverted love. "You should be punished when you are lazy." But this kind of erotic drama was slowly surrounded by a large box like a coffin. Only later, when they moved out of the big box together and returned to nature, might they have been saved.
Apparently, the so-called pleasure Aveline got from being abused was just a nerve-wracking pleasure. Physiologically speaking, when the body is stimulated by the will, the sympathetic nerves in the throat, chest and back of the brain will gradually vibrate strongly, thus achieving its deep ecstasy. Effective fit and blending. So much so that Cynthia hates this kind of game more and more. Evelyn indulged in it, and even longed for a lift bed for maximum stimulation. Only when Cynthia reacts strongly and ignores her can she choose the lesser of two evils. After all, the love of nerves is not more important than losing love itself.
Director Peter Strickland is known as the king of indecent film genres. From "Duke Butterfly Loves Flowers", you can get a glimpse of the leopard. Weird time and space, butterfly dance, eroticism, beauty, insect waves, and provocative perspectives are nothing more than creating a peculiar sensory stimulation. In fact, with butterflies such as women such as love, China and the West have the same goal. A beautiful butterfly love always contains wonderful variations.
And we don't know anything about such strange and wonderful species as butterflies. Their thinking may never be in the same rhythm as ours, let alone resonate with the film. After all, this kind of circus is an impossible luxury. There is no clear decision at the end of the film, only the pleasant and soothing music still floats in the quiet and beautiful mountains, attracting a group of butterflies to dance. It's just that everything is still blurred under the boundless leaves.
2015, 10, 23
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