There was nothing. From the beginning, they were on a fateful track. No matter how naive the three partners were at the beginning, how enamoured, ambiguous, jealous, or sad, they ended up with the same goal in the end.
Perhaps the ultimate sadness is so calm. As if the clouds are light and windy, it is not worth mentioning.
The original novel was borrowed a long time ago, and I returned it after reading half of it. Because the time is overdue, and because I can't bear the trivial bedding and narratives, my emotions are all floating in the air in fragments, unable to find the place of whereabouts. Then the story about this not like science fiction or love came to an abrupt end when a group of people ran to the town to find Ruth's deity.
I have thought about the future, nothing more than donation, goodbye. How sad is it in Kazuo Ishiguro's fragmented language? But it happened that the second half of the passage that I couldn't finish reading contained all the sadness.
It turned out that as long as I persisted a little bit more, the tragic power buried in the story began to appear, but I only insisted on reading the still-beautiful foreshadowing. If there is no movie, who knows how long I will miss this story?
The whole film is very slow, quiet and poignant, sadness is a dense river, secretly surging in every quiet and beautiful poetic picture.
The three chapters from Heelsen, the village to the end, are like three fragments in the short lives of the protagonists. I came here casually and gave you a glimpse of it inadvertently, but it was a glimpse of the fate that must end before you get old. But no matter how short it is, love cannot be forbidden in this fate.
That is the proof that they are also born.
Except for the three main characters in the movie, other characters, especially those who are not clones, are almost all symbolic faces without flesh and blood. They created them, nurtured them, inspected them, and used them. These human beings who really should have souls and emotions are like machines that function perfectly without emotions. The irony is that these people are questioning the existence of cloned souls.
At the wife's house, the headmaster of Heerson and his wife had no guilt when facing the couple's hopeful eyes, they just said sorry.
Casey and Tommy said: We believe that the existence of art galleries is to examine our souls.
The principal and his wife said: The existence of an art gallery is to test whether you have a soul.
In the eyes of these symbolic faces, even if you are in love, smile and shed tears. It's still just a tool. To be human without being born.
At this, Casey smiled sadly, without even tears, it was just because everything was already known, but it was finally verified. But Tommy's painful wailing in the dark when facing the truth shattered Casey and everyone's hearts.
It turns out that there has never been a second possibility. There are no exceptions, no miracles, and nothing. Only a short childhood, a short ignorance, a short love, and endless despair.
This is a fatalistic story. Therefore, there was no great escape from the cloned island, nor bloody revenge against human beings. The trend of this kind of inaction story made everyone watching in front of the screen hope that there would be something. But there is still nothing.
Only silently accepting the destiny that must be donated, silently sending away the friends and lovers who got together for a short time. Take the next first, second donation and end alone.
Until the end, there was no hatred. Just wondering: "Are we and the recipient’s life totally different? Life will end. Maybe no one really understands what happened to them, or feels that they live enough."
Maybe this is Kazuo Ishiguro putting on the cloak of human beings, A question thrown to life.
Some people live a long life, taking injections, taking tonics, changing their organs... but their long lives seem empty and lacking meaning. There are also people who live very short lives. Maybe they have just gotten rid of their immaturity and haven’t seen wrinkles. Maybe the love they tasted for the first time is still in their freshest form... But knowing that there is not much time, they will cherish every second and think desperately. See more, learn more, embrace more.
Of these two kinds, who can say that the kind is really alive?
Regarding the eternal possibility of life, perhaps it is like the silent ship on the coast, whether it is glorious or dilapidated, the moment of freezing is an eternal life.
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