After Auschwitz, Adorno said, writing poetry was barbaric. That's right, in the face of such brutal atrocities, any language is pale and powerless. Apart from silent tears, I can't even think of what to say or what to say. However, no matter what, the wheel of history will not stop, we always have to find some way to commemorate, to remember, those people, those things. We have to find someway to remember them. At the same time, it is also good if we can be fortunate enough to control the direction of the wheel, or at least not let its iron hoof trample on those weak and innocent individuals.
Perhaps, in the face of the cruel and irresistible historical torrent, no matter what Sarah chooses, it is difficult to avoid the tragedy. If she hadn't let her brother hide in the closet, there's a good chance we'd see their family's names on the list of victims. But maybe that would be a little better for Sarah psychologically, and her own soul would suffer a little less condemnation. She never thought of this hide-and-seek game, in exchange for such an ending, the key became the culprit of the door to hell. When young Sarah, risking her life, escaped from the camp, returned to her Paris apartment after all the hardships, and couldn't wait to unlock the closet with the key she had always carried with her, (perhaps before that) , she still has a trace of fantasy), but when the door opened, when she saw the rotting and smelly body of her brother in the closet, she must have waves in her heart, huge waves, remorse, pain, fear, all It's not enough to describe the damage this event has done to her young mind, it will be with her forever, and it will be so strong that years later, Sarah, who is a mother, can't get rid of this spell, walk out of that shadow, and finally drive She crashed her car into a big truck, perhaps only in this way could her soul be truly liberated. Sarah, who escaped from the concentration camp, although she survived, her happiness was always far away from her, and even her lover and children could not completely heal the deep wounds in her heart. In the past ten years, she has been away from home and in a foreign country, but she still can't get rid of the devil in her heart. Michelle's innocent and lovely smiling face, the cries of "Sarah", and the images of the fetid corpse in the closet were always intertwined in her mind, tearing her nerves and entanglement. She, tormented her, devoured her, until death brought her final peace.
Sarah is undoubtedly the protagonist of this movie, but it is the many characters who don't seem to be the protagonist who restore Sarah's story for us. In fact, they are also the creators of Sarah's story. There will be no Sarah's story. Without that guard, Sarah could not have escaped from the camp at all; without the old couple, Sarah would probably starve to death, or be recaptured back to the camp, and would not be able to return to Paris, let alone grow up healthy; without that With the persistent pursuit of journalists, we will never know Sarah's story. Sarah was unfortunate and lucky, she survived, however, she eventually died of her own remorse. Of course, we can't blame her for not being strong enough in her heart and not being able to bear her mentally. It could be the same result for anyone else. We can only blame the war, the massacre, and the guys who created these human tragedies. In the torrent of history, we seem so insignificant, as the people in the film say, we are all products of history, and you just happened to appear at that moment in history. But too often, the silent compromise of the masses is actually a murder, a killing that is more horrific than any weapon can do. (Children's shoes should not be unfamiliar, so some words are omitted here). In a sense, Sarah's story is the story of all Jews, the story of all the weak but ordinary people of that era who have not lost their conscience, and a story about love. Because of love, Sarah let her brother hide in the closet when she was caught; because of love, she desperately came back to find him at all risks, but there was only a rotting corpse waiting for her; because of love, she couldn't bear that A kind of self-blame and remorse, she went to another world to meet him again; because of love, she was able to survive in extraordinary times; because of love, her story was re-remembered after 60 years, which touched many people. ,not related. As far as history is concerned, none of us can stay out of it.
Sarah's son, William, didn't know he was a Jew until he was fifty, and he didn't know anything about his mother. He didn't know that he had an uncle who was naive but too late to grow up. He didn't know that his mother was almost buried in a concentration camp. , he couldn't imagine how his mother struggled to survive ten years in pain and remorse, he couldn't believe that his mother finally drove away from him by suicide, he didn't know anything, didn't know. My whole life's a lie before he turned fifty. Maybe, we don't really know our parents, our relatives. Some pasts and some histories will eventually be wiped out, and we can do nothing. The only thing we can do is not to let ourselves forget. Maybe we have become accustomed to living in lies, because the truth always needs to pay a heavy price, and the nakedness is unbearable, so many people would rather enjoy the beauty brought by lies and reject the cruel and bloody truth. Isn't it a great happiness to be able to love, hate, cry, and pain soberly?
At the end of the film, the camera points to Julia's lovely little daughter, a beautiful little angel. This little baby was not easy to come by, she was Julia's dream for many years, from conception to birth, Julia overcame many obstacles. And the process that Julia gave birth to her is also the process that she walked into Sarah step by step. She was deeply moved by Sarah's story, and it was she who traveled around to uncover the veil of Sarah's story for us. The phrase "Elle s'appelle Sarah" (she's called Sarah) not only hit William, it finally broke me completely. Sarah was finally remembered in such a way, not only Sarah herself, of course, but everything about her, those dusty years, those bleak days, and everything that could be called history.
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