"The rhythm that my heart forgets" is a beautiful translation. The original French text is literally translated as "heart stop". It tells the story of a young real estate businessman who inherited his father's business and found a Vietnamese-born real estate agent after encountering his mother's former agent. The story of a pianist who practices playing and prepares to regain his musical dreams. In the Hollywood genre, such an opening usually means the happy fairy tale of an inspirational character who relentlessly pursues his dreams, yet this French film mercilessly uncovers a humble and broken truth. His mother, a pianist, and his father, a real estate businessman, symbolize both ideals and reality in his life. The early death of his mother, accompanied by his uncontinued piano studies, pushed him from a dream to a cruel reality, and he also became a real estate businessman. , most of the work involved driving homeless and indebted tenants through harassment and violence, profiteering through grey trades, and cleaning up various messes in his father's business. Intrigue and exhausted life made him irritable, but in the face of music, he still showed a downhearted arrogance, trying to maintain those broken fragments of self-esteem. His quarrels with musicians and piano teachers made people feel a real sting. The gap that the once proud teenager suddenly felt was a belated heavy hammer in the trajectory of his life that had been changed a long time ago, pointing precisely to broken dream. Ideal and reality are presented in an unabashed opposition, and the pair of hands who play gracefully in a bright room can be used for beating in a dark corridor for a second, like he plays classical music and pop music in headphones. split into two distinct sides. After going through all the hardships and getting everything ready, on the day of the audition, he failed to finish the performance on stage. The soulful and smooth piece suddenly broke down like a piano career that came to an abrupt end when he was young. "It's such a pity, you are very talented." When regret overwhelms praise, the past of those geniuses will be even more heartbreaking, and those flashes of light that are remembered by people even more bring out the bleak reality of the situation . Two years later, he became the piano teacher's manager. During the performance, he met his father-killer backstage, but his revenge was stopped at the last moment of reason. He washed his blood and sat down under the stage, involuntarily moving his fingers to the music. However, fresh wounds suggest a past that will not heal easily. From "want to find an agent" to "become an agent himself", he wondered if he would feel lonely for a moment sitting under the stage. But there is no doubt that at least he is free from his disgusting life as a real estate developer, and the end of his grudge with his father's enemy also heralds his farewell to his past life. Whether this ending is called a positive balance or a pessimistic compromise, it's clearly not a happy-go-lucky Hollywood kind of The perfection of joy, this ambiguity endows the film with the quality of being infinitely close to life. So I even wondered, if it was me in that desolate and stubborn body, is there a possibility that it would be numb and comfortable to continue to stay in the darkness and depravity, while standing close to the outer edge of the spotlight would be numb and comfortable. Open wounds and thwart one's own dignity. Humans are not phototactic animals on this psychological scale, but standing in the light anyway means ultimate acceptance of oneself. Those who are willing to live on may have a past that is unwilling to reconcile, but to a certain extent, they are all accepted, because everything that has happened will be real in a way that cannot be erased, just like people themselves Like existence, it is an irresistible, irrefutable, incomparably clear and cruel truth. Many people discuss the opposition between ideal and reality in this film, but tracing back the causes and consequences is more like a life shattered by the impermanence of fate. If there is no accident, he will naturally become a pianist, and he does not need to re-pursue his dream and finally accept failure after going through hardships and struggles. However, life is full of unavoidable accidents. With the departure of the mother who led his piano career, as if his heart skipped a beat, a sharp wedge suddenly embedded in the soft life, cutting off the last note. For many people who cannot be forgotten, the wedge has been nailed to the heart, and the haunting rhythm has become a kind of torture. The rhythm that my heart has forgotten is the forgiveness of myself who was stuck in the past and unable to move forward, and the rhythm that I picked up again is the hope of running towards life and the tenderness of embracing myself at the moment. Public account / tone radio There is no need to re-chasing the dream of the year and finally accepting failure after going through hardships and struggles. However, life is full of unavoidable surprises. With the departure of his mother who led his piano career, as if his heart skipped a beat, a sharp wedge suddenly embedded in the soft life, cutting off the last note. For many people who cannot be forgotten, the wedge has been nailed to the heart, and the haunting rhythm has become a kind of torture. The rhythm I forgot in my heart is the forgiveness of myself who stopped in the past and cannot move forward, and the rhythm I pick up again is the hope of running towards life and the tenderness of embracing myself at the moment. Public account / tone radio There is no need to re-chasing the dream of the year and finally accepting failure after going through hardships and struggles. However, life is full of unavoidable surprises. With the departure of his mother who led his piano career, as if his heart skipped a beat, a sharp wedge suddenly embedded in the soft life, cutting off the last note. For many people who cannot be forgotten, the wedge has been nailed to the heart, and the haunting rhythm has become a kind of torture. The rhythm I forgot in my heart is the forgiveness of myself who stopped in the past and cannot move forward, and the rhythm I pick up again is the hope of running towards life and the tenderness of embracing myself at the moment. Public account / tone radio
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