Finally got my wish. After watching this movie I have been thinking about it all day and night. It's nice, also awful...
I think maybe the director got it right. He succeeded in depicting a post-life world that was no fun at all. As we all know, those who commit suicide cannot go to heaven. They came to a lifeless place after death. There is never bright sunlight, maybe there is, but always pale and dazzling. Always hot. Destroy hope.
Then the male lead starts to miss, miss the woman who made him kill himself - Desiree. I'm glad that Desiree is so beautiful and memorable, not a bitch or something. Then, by chance, he knew that Desiree had also come to the same world as him. A dark and lifeless and hopeless world. So he electrocuted himself by pouring beer on an electric guitar with a neurotic friend -- at his own lead singer's concert. It's so damn creative. Could it be that such a creative person should also be punished by suicide? Couldn't there be a little special reward for creative suicide? Whatever~ anyway they start looking. It's called hope - Desiree. In short, everything that happens in the afterlife is useless. Desperate. Then, they met Mikal. After a lengthy narrative, they found what they were looking for - Desiree, the leader, love, and a beach full of syringes and condoms. And then they discovered the meaning of life. Then the two who found true love were resurrected. Then the movie ends. A road movie in disguise is over. I let out a long breath. it is finally over. Almost murdered by that suffocating despair.
Just like the protagonists in the movie. After everything has come to an end, I feel like trying, no longer escaping. Stop accommodating your own cowardice. Because cowards do not receive God's mercy for their cowardice. In its place is punishment. There is nothing more tragic than despair.
Desiree. Her appearance was so abrupt. Just like my suddenness at this moment, but I fell in love with her words. She once said to the male lead when they were both alive, If you had ever cheat on me, make sure you do with somebody who was really pretty. So, I started to believe that maybe the name Desiree really suits me.
After watching this film, maybe the sky is falling, and I won't even think about suicide. If it's really unfortunate to be told by the director's unintentional joke... I'd rather be killed by bird droppings from the sky...
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