The last film I watched at the 2019 Melbourne French Film Festival reminded me of another French director, Claire Denis , who participated in "Life in Space". The former is a literary film about loneliness in a zombie shell, and the latter is a literary film about loneliness with a spaceship. This kind of French loneliness places people in the outer circle of the world, the center of self, and completely isolated from others. Without the hell of others, the self cannot be called heaven.
The male protagonist Sam survived in a world ruled by zombies. He was trapped in an apartment building in downtown Paris. The terrace on the top floor of the apartment is the last isolated island in the male protagonist's heart. It is the source of water and his escape. post. He stood in the rain, among the bottles and jars scattered across the terrace, weeping bitterly, and the cry was drowned in the rain. In the dark night after the city lights went out, he squinted at the zombies outside the apartment, moving their broken bodies like epilepsy.
The terrace is also a lighthouse. The female protagonist used a digital camera to photograph the male protagonist standing on the terrace in a daze, and found the male protagonist. The male protagonist also found the rope to escape the island through the female protagonist.
Some people say that "The Night Eats the World" may be the zombie film closest to the truth, and I think the hero and heroine may also be the love that is closest to the truth. In the loneliness that follows him everywhere, the one who has nowhere to run creates the illusion of the other. Worried, lost, panicked, miserable in this created hallucination...well, and more hallucinations. When the fantasy is broken and returns to reality, seeing the rotting flesh after the fog has dissipated, I can't even believe that everything that happened was my own illusion, an illusion created by being driven mad by pain and loneliness.
In the absence of instruments, relying on the self-sounding instruments composed of various pots and pans, arranging and mixing at will is one of Sam's few pleasures. The only long-shot confrontation between Sam and Sarah (the heroine) is when Sam sits at the long table, smiling complacently, banging on a musical instrument consisting of a wine bottle, a vase and a wire scraper, with Sarah from behind him. Walked past, brushed lightly over Sam's shoulder, and re-tangled the spinning top with the same complacent smile.
Another instrument of Sam's is the drum kit. After he was abandoned by the world, and after being abandoned by all the zombies, he beat the drum like crazy. How terrifying the loneliness is, he would rather wander a group of zombies by the prison bar, even knowing that they are no longer my race.
Sam talked to the phantom about his mother, "At least...she is like everyone else, not cancer or a car accident or something that took her life." His tone was like an adult who had let go of his many years of heartbreak, suddenly Reconcile with self. But when he was alone, Sam repeatedly listened to the tapes of his childhood, frowning deeply. The father in the recording patiently persuaded him over and over again: "Come out Sam, let's go for a walk." "Me! No! Go!" Sam, who was still a child, replied angrily.
After losing Sarah, Sam burns all the cassettes in the bathtub. The feelings he once suffered and hated, the memories he regretted and missed. If he can't take it away, the barrier that isolates him on the island, the shackles that trap him behind the cage, turns into thick smoke in one of his fires. The funny thing is, the smoke activates the alarm, attracting all the zombies around by surprise and storming into Sam's apartment. Intentionally or unintentionally, Sam's decision worked. He tied the climbing rope left by Sarah around his waist and escaped from this abandoned island where the corpses had fallen.
Then to another one.
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Probably no one knows what cats want, maybe it's not necessarily that zombies are cuter than human cats.
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