Terribly real

Johnny 2022-03-22 09:01:53

One left eye drags the whole life.
The flickering, dark and shaky footage reminded me of the last breath—inhalation—of "Million Baby", and the "see" turned out to be so cruel. He is not Balzac, and his limited energy cannot write the vast "Human Comedy", but the shock brought by his "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" seems to make each of us die once.
Stroke, vegetative, can't eat, can't speak, can't breathe... Only the left eyelid can move the whole body, and it has become the only channel to connect the world. But aside from the eyes, there are two things that are not paralyzed - imagination and memory.
The picture of the film is very limited, in a first-person way, see the range that can be reached with one eye, and proceed slowly with the heartbeat. The segments describing the imagination are clear, fluid, and rhythmic. Intertwined with the blurred reality, the imagination feels more real than the reality. He often can only live in imagination and memory, but he still struggles to move forward, writing the Death Note with his left eye.
He said that he became Noirdie in "The Count of Monte Cristo". "Sight and hearing are the only remaining senses, like two flames still burning in his chest." The body is bound to the diving bell, and the soul is like a butterfly free. The diving bell dragged him to the bottom of the ocean, and the butterfly made him look at life for a miracle of disbelief.
The film reminds me of Tagore's words, "God kisses the 'limited' in love, while human beings kiss the 'infinity'."
At the end, I still can't believe that this is a true story, with his eyes, It is also the whole life writing books. The sun will not doubt the flowers, and will give it all. He did not doubt life, and noted in "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly".

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The Diving Bell and the Butterfly quotes

  • Jean-Dominique Bauby: My diving bell has dragged you down to the bottom of the sea, with me.

  • Jean-Dominique Bauby: Like a sailor seeing the shore disappear, I watch my past recede, reduced to the ashes of memory.