The protagonist Victor had the idea of using advanced medical science and technology to bring people back to life because of his mother's accidental death due to dystocia. For this reason, he stole the deceased professor's diary into a crazy experiment.
The film was filmed in 1994, and I have to sigh at the advance of the author's thinking. At that time, I have seen that we are going further and further on the road of science, and we are going further and further. Every scientific advance has a certain price, but this price should not be the soul. The Reborn asks Victor what he's put together, and Victor indifferently says it's just some material. Those parts were once a part of a living life, and in Victor's eyes, they were no different from cold instruments. Science is not cold-blooded. When facing your lover, can you still use her as material? Of course not, for which Victor collapsed.
What is death? It is the place where we can finally rest completely after the endless journey of life. It is the normal law of nature, and no one can refuse death. Now that technology is getting more and more advanced, what do we get? Faster and faster computers? Faster and faster traffic? Missing someone in the past, we went out and walked N many miles to see him, now what? A phone call, a text message, so that we no longer have the anxiety of missing, and can no longer enjoy the joy of reunion after a long absence.
We go so fast that the soul gets lost on the way we run. In the past, I always thought that religion was a product of ignorance, but now I think about it, lightning and thunder are natural phenomena in the eyes of science, but in the eyes of religion, they make believers revere the mighty power of nature. Which would be better? Now we are more and more rational, but we are more and more lack of faith, should we be happy or lost?
I once read a book called "Illegal Wisdom". The work is also a story about a chip created by a scientist's father that can control people's minds, but was implanted into his son's body by a wicked man. Maybe science is not right or wrong, the key is how we use it. Man and nature should live in harmony, not confrontation.
Maybe we should have the spirit of Zhuangzi, when the wife dies, we sing with the drum. Birth, old age, sickness and death are just the laws of nature. We should face it peacefully. Let us have a little more perceptual thinking when we face the world rationally. Why not?
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