a girl from a well-off family in a village was born beautifully. One night when she was fifteen or sixteen, she stood at the back door wearing a moon-white lining, holding a peach tree in her hand, and the young man who lived opposite the door met her, but never greeted her. Came over, not far away, stood still, and said softly, "Oh, are you here too?" She didn't say anything, and he didn't say anything, stood for a while, then walked away. . That's it. Later, the woman was abducted by her relatives and sold to other counties as a concubine, and was resold several times. After countless thrilling storms, when she got old, she still remembered that incident from the past. She often talked about that young man under the peach tree at the back door on that spring evening.
Eileen Chang calmly said, "This is true," and I believed it was true.
And Kim Ki-deok's little story confuses me, is it just a dream, then why do I smell the breath of reality. The cunning and irresponsible pose of "It's hard to tell that the world we live in is either a reality or a dream" stubbornly pushed aside my doubts and ended everything in a Zen-infinite Indian-style music.
Some people compare Kim Ki-duk to Shunji Iwai, and there is some truth to it.
The story begins with the quiet sound of the piano:
she is a pious woman like the Little Mermaid, but she is too hasty, and before the prince she loves appears, she trades with witches and sells her voice. She endured the stinging pain and walked in the open world, alone and covered in scars.
He is a ghost wandering between buildings, sneaking into the lives of strangers, mending the imperfections in his eyes, and leaving quietly when everything shows what he thinks is perfect. After leaving, everything in the room had nothing to do with him, life or death, injury or disability, after all, he was just a mysterious spectator.
And this time, he was unwilling to stay in the audience again. From the moment he opened the door and looked into the room with the innocent and natural eyes that envy others, he jumped into the world of the Little Mermaid. If the album is soaked, it can still be ironed dry, but when the clay figurine falls into the mud pond, it is destined to lose the line. At the moment of staring at each other, he forgot that he was just a stranger sneaking into the room, and he forgot his usual spectator principle. He hurriedly escaped this embarrassment, sitting on the side of the road, only sitting quietly, struggling on the edge of the two worlds, and then, decided to take her away.
She and he were together like this, wandering in the huge city together, leaving their own breath in various rooms together. While the feelings were growing, the tentacles of the world also reached out to them. She was taken away by her husband, and he watched silently, but the reluctance in his eyes was as dazzling as the blood on the corner of his mouth. In the dark background, there are only those tired eyes, that indescribable disappointment.
For themselves, most people are unavoidable kindness, just as his return is her kindness to herself. He came back, hiding behind vulgar humanity, changing his pace lightly. He hid all his emotions under a smile, sneaked into those empty rooms in his memory to watch trivial life, and then left calmly. He had really become a ghost in the room, silent, and nothing to anyone but her—the one who had fled with him. He lives in her room, smiling naturally, to her, to her world.
Is it really back? I always ask hard. Is a cynical and sophisticated guy like Kim Ki-duk willing to throw a moment or a hint of happiness to the audience? The man in the story is self-sufficient and simple. He can be prosecuted for intentional injury, framed for murder, and killed in prison on the pretext of sudden illness... He has a thousand reasons to die in this complex society , died in the morality piled up by countless people, and he survived, survived and smiled firmly. Then, I can only allow myself to believe that his existence is her kindness to herself, that he lives in her consciousness, quiet and peaceful, as always, just like the man in Eileen Chang's story - the hardships of life make the memory The image in the picture became clearer and clearer. Perhaps when the woman was dying, the people around her became light, and it was only blurred enough to be the background of an ink painting. At that time, the tree and the young man became clear in this elegant blur. Running forward, there is still a girl's body, a girl's lightness, a girl's shyness, and with the timid "Are you here?", he nodded, she closed her eyes, time was frozen in that second, when she died. There is no more turbulence in the world.
Eileen Chang's dream was so beautiful that it made people cry, but it was not as good as Jin Ji-deok's dream, which made one's heart tremble, and it was a bit tingling. It is alive and big, so big that the secular society cannot tolerate it, but unfortunately it is too mysterious, so mysterious that it is easy for people to realize that it is just an imagination. It was this beautiful dream that made her addicted and unable to extricate herself. When she finally said "I love you" into the air, her silly husband went up to meet her and hugged her obsessed, she kissed him with nothingness, held each other tightly, and never parted again. All good is an illusion.
In the empty room, her love with him was as humble as air, without quality. The pointer is set straight at zero, the movie is over, and the gorgeous dream has ended.
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