For some unknown reason, it brought me into the light and shadow of "Very Apartment". This is a world that does not belong to me, a world that my emotions cannot accommodate. It should be said that I watched the film with strong emotions. From the beginning of pursuit and expectation, then to anger, anxiety, and finally to a sense of abandonment and disillusionment, these emotions are constantly intertwined and inexplicable. Never before has there seemed to be such an emotional experience in a film, engulfing me in restless waiting, uncontrollable anger, and being ravaged and abandoned. At the beginning of the film, the male protagonist Max is searching for his ex-girlfriend Lisa, whom he obtained through his pursuit, and the viewers have to follow in his footsteps to find the ending of the story. In the progress of the story, another woman named Alice, who has a crush on Max, is involved. It is this woman who weaves the fate of all kinds of people with a series of lies. In the story of love and being loved, sincerity and deceit, unexpected encounter and passing by between men and women of various colors, the audience's emotions continue to accumulate, but they can't get a trace of catharsis, and it seems that they can only expect an even It's not a complete, but not so bad ending, in order to let go of this immersion that shouldn't have been there. However, the viewer is ultimately abandoned by the director, without the slightest mercy. In the continuous scene switching, under the background of the background music, the audience's emotions are stretched to a limit, and suddenly broke in this limit, and the crisp sound seems to still reverberate at the time of the break. At this moment, you don't seem to hate Alice anymore, but really hate the director. I seem to be accustomed to the movies I have watched before, whether moved, happy, sad, or tender, and there are many favorite movies among them, but it seems that these movies are all within the range that my emotions have set for them, and I cry Whether it's a full face or a belly laugh, it's all under the control of emotions, but the experience this film brought me is far beyond the emotional threshold. After watching it, I hope I've never seen it. Or not wanting to watch it in the first place. However, from the moment I entered, it firmly grasped my hand and led me madly in the dark and intertwined corridors. The light at the end of the corridor even made me believe in the justice of fate at a certain moment. , and promised a happy ending. Once upon a time, we strive to seek, we call our feelings justice. It's a pity that fate has its own judgment, and never takes pity on you and my sorrows and joys.
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