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Can only art save souls?
Tiara 2022-04-24 07:01:14
My heart tightened when Ada slid her feet into the overturned piano ropes and her whole body sank to the bottom of the sea. Is she willing to go with her for the piano she loves so much? The whole film revolves around her stubborn artistic hobby and her life choices. Will she still commit suicide for a piano that has only real value when she finally goes to a new life with her beloved? Then the whole film looks even darker——the eternity of life is unattainable, and all the shocking actions she made for the piano in the past are vulgar——could only art be able to save her soul? Especially when you still choose to commit suicide when true love has already been obtained? Then it can only show that she is cold and suffers from serious piano fetishism. In the film, Ada persuaded herself in the water, broke free from the rope, and was rescued aboard a boat. Later, she put metal fingers on her broken fingers, struck notes on the keyboard again, and deeply kissed her beloved. Such an abrupt and momentary choice between death and life shows us a major issue in life - we will never lose anything, as long as we still have it in our hearts. Writer Feng Jicai of such a proposition also involved in "The Whip of God" (the movie of the same name) - the braid is gone, but the god is still there, and he has developed a more divine double gun. ----- I am deeply convinced of this.
Extended Reading
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Ada: I have told you the story of your father many many times.
Flora: Oh, tell me again! Was he a teacher?
Ada: Yes.
Flora: How did you speak to him?
Ada: I didn't need to speak. I could lay thoughts out in his mind like they were a sheet.
Flora: Why didn't you get married?
Ada: He became frightened and stopped listening.
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Ada: The voice you hear is not my speaking voice - -but my mind's voice. I have not spoken since I was six years old. No one knows why - -not even me. My father says it is a dark talent, and the day I take it into my head to stop breathing will be my last. Today he married me to a man I have not yet met. Soon my daughter and I shall join him in his own country. My husband writes that my muteness does not bother him - and hark this! He says, "God loves dumb creatures, so why not I?" 'Twere good he had God's patience, for silence affects everyone in the end. The strange thing is, I don't think myself silent. That is because of my piano. I shall miss it on the journey.