A fable of the end times, a lonely dirge

Brenna 2022-03-21 09:02:26

A literary fable of extreme sadness and despair, a waking sad song about a lonely individual in the end of the world looking for another lonely individual. It does not have the enemies and fierce conflicts seen in science fiction films and disaster films in the past, but it has something that can be crushed. The piercing fear that suppresses the latter: when the senses are taken away one by one, what is scary is not the process of sadness, then panic, then anger, followed by ecstasy, what is scary is not the dead silence at the end, but life still goes on. When there is no sense of smell or taste, the chef is still cooking diligently; when there is no hearing, the mouth begins to repeat "I love you"; when there is no vision, I hope to find "she"; and when I can no longer perceive the world, the only The desire is to embrace her, to "feel" each other. After all, people are lonely individuals, and the senses are our lonely tentacles. When these tentacles are cut off one by one and deprived one by one, what is left to us is the endless loneliness that is more terrible than death, except for the black silence of death.

The slow literary tonality and the narrative rhythm that eliminates dramatic conflict, such an alternative disaster film can have its unique temperament, in addition to the unique plot setting that the senses are robbed one by one, thanks to the excellent Ivan and Eva and their strong chemistry. If Eva, a stunning girl from "Dream Paris", has become an endorsement with her own personality label, then Ivan is really no matter how crazy, different or unbearable the character is, her whole body is still the same as before. Exudes the brilliance of a warm neighbor's big boy. One is flamboyant and the other is restrained, one is tragic and the other is tender, which complement each other and complement each other, giving this alternative disaster film a distinctive style and temperament.

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Perfect Sense quotes

  • James: Well, shall we call it a night?

    Michael: I don't know what the fuck we should call it.

  • Michael: Now, you can invite me back to your place.

    Susan: Don't know if I will.

    Susan: Well, you-you can just start walking home... and I'll follow you.

    [Susan smiles and starts walking. Michael smiles and follows. Susan stops, looks back, sees Michael following and laughs. Michael also laughs]