I found the movie and watched it again yesterday, it was depressing, distorted, yet soulful and shocking. The tone of the story doesn't match the title, but it's taken from one of the lines that moved me the most:
"I looked at her, I looked at her. All my life, with all my heart, I love her the most, for sure, as She can fade, she can wither, she can do anything. But I just looked at her, and all the tenderness came to my heart. "
In fact, yesterday was only the second time I watched the movie, and the feeling of the first time was different. There are different.
When I watched it for the first time, I cried at the end. Lolita's indifference and senselessness, compared with Han's despair, made me feel bad. But this time, when I looked again, I unconsciously put on the glasses of ethics. Will objectively analyze the motivations and emotions of the characters in the story.
Han's fascination with Lolita stemmed from the death of his first love, and seeing Lolita was like returning to the first love when he was young. That innocent, seductive, deep memory haunts Han and shuts him down until he sees Lolita.
Lolita is young, full of energy, like a first-blooming flower, longing for love and attention, with moist dew. Lolita is also provocative and curious. Her flirting with Han seems to me more like coming from a woman with a slightly more mature air, wistful and mischievous. Completely irrelevant to a 14-year-old girl.
It is impossible to judge whether Han and Lolita have fallen in love with each other. From the perspective of rational senses, it may be unacceptable to use "love" to describe a middle-aged man and a 14-year-old girl. But Han loves Lolita. His love is enjoyment and infatuation, Lolita's young body, innocent and charming smile, jumping behavior, rebellious language. His love was also twisted and repressed, and he could see the end of this twisted relationship, the end of his life. He could also see Lolita's unease, maybe the next second his Lo would run away, and like his dead first love, he wouldn't belong to him anymore. His love is indulgent, his love is deep, but it cannot be controlled by reason at all.
When I see Lolita, I believe that as a woman, I also like it very much. Her body wet with water, her uninhibited running, her laughing loudly, her roar when she collapsed, and the childish laughter that can be bought by an ice cream after venting. But what moved me the most was the words Lo wrote on a father and daughter on an old poster beside the cot: "H && H". Lo's affection for Han stemmed from the lack of emotion since he was a child without a father, but the young Lo combined this emotional sustenance with the girl's curiosity and desire for love affairs, which led to a love no matter what.
For Han, it is impossible to blame or criticize. He's not a weird uncle who only likes little girls, because he only loves Lo, not like Quilty's liking and exploiting the perverts of little girls. He's just not rational enough. He just kept living in the shadow of the past and couldn't help himself.
The ending of the story is, in my opinion, the best possible ending. In some stories, the ending can only be death, disappearance, and no more. The little girl grew up and lived with Han Xingfu. Maybe I would have hope when I watched a movie a few years ago, but now I know that some emotions can only disappear, and can only gradually become invisible. Han and Lo died in the same year, Han died in prison and Lo died in the delivery bed. This is the ultimate liberation.
Like the end of a movie, we get up in the dark, leave, silent. A certain emotion in the heart dies along with the protagonist in the film, and the end is the best result. Then return to the world of normal people and live a plain and real life.
Lolita, the mature and charming man in every little girl's heart, is not Han, let alone Quilty, but should be the old Cha.
Finally recorded some other heart-wrenching lines:
"Don't touch me. If you touch me, I will die."
"I hear the village children laughing. But at this moment, I am sad that it is not that LOLITA is not by my side. Yes, in those laughter, there was no LOLITA."
"Lolita, the light of my life, the fire of my lust. My sin, my soul. Lolita. Tongue up, three steps, palate down. Lightly on the teeth. Lo, Li, Ta."
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