Cold and hard, that kind of picture reminds me of Wuthering Heights, and it just so happens that in the end, like the hero of Wuthering Heights, he kisses his dead lover.
What would the girls say when they saw the movie, they would say with pity that Beth was a fool, a lunatic, and a woman who was desperate for love. You may even feel strongly rejected - how can there be such a person! You would also say that Beth was in the wrong love, her lover was a jerk. Finally you think: I won't do this anyway, it won't do you any good. Or you think: I almost did too.
None of us are like that anyway - crazy, terrified of losing love and ignoring hurt and death. We look for stability in reality, excitement in fantasy, we don't even need belief, and Beth believes in her god, but her god is not the same as the vindicators, her religion is love, her god is Own.
I don't even think Jean is a complete asshole, he's the only one arguing for Beth: she just needs to live a normal life. He saw Beth as a lover, not a psychopath that people scrutinized and whispered about. Wasn't Beth in love with such an honest man? But he caused Beth's tragic death because of his selfish love. It is a little comforting that he did not let others dispose of his lover's body arbitrarily, but gave her a simple and affectionate funeral at sea.
The process is cruel and the ending is sad. You know that this director is like this. He probably knows too much about the beauty of scars, the pain of life.
At the end, it was finally not so cold, the river water froze, and greenery sprang up.
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