Contemporary people are always so "serious" about things that cannot be avoided in contemporary life, such as love, work, and study. To achieve the word "serious", it is nothing more than to put a "contemporary principle" on the reins of what we are engaged in - benefit, science. So love has become an optional blind date, and the success of a career depends on the level of income. Those things that we have always considered precious also lose their original charm as they grow up and become childhood toys discarded somewhere. We thought the future would be bright, but looking back is just a feather in the ground. Life is a comedy of consumption, entertainment and enjoyment. No matter how much salary you earn, you can find a suitable consumption place in this world to satisfy our sense of stability that we will not be eliminated by the world. Searching for meaning in the big trash can, searching for the beauty of life. In front of those heavy genres, we have become shrimp soldiers and crabs, and the tragedy makes us so afraid.
Going a little further, back to the film, the Siberian Barber is undoubtedly a tragedy with a strong historical genre. The existence of such a movie is really consoling to my poor Russian level. It seems that there is nothing to do with language here. A share of the pride and urge for me to be able to spell the few Russian words in vibrato. The quality of Russians is always something that everyone is willing to talk about. In the film, the contest between Andrei's son and the instructor's opinion on "Is Mozart a pile of shit or a great composer" can be seen. A new recruit, fortitude, and bloody, there seems to be no suitable word to describe this quality. But this quality is not rooted in his Russian blood, in other words, it is not because he has Russian blood that he must be very strong. If you object, then all the praise for Russian fortitude can only be regarded as a preconceived idea. Jane's education of her son was conveyed through letters. Between the lines, little Tolstoy experienced the heart-wrenching love of his parents and his mother, and grasped the essence of history. The seemingly impossible education, but invisibly inherited his father's fortitude, Ender Lie Tolstoy, a fallen Russian nobleman. The spiritual tradition of the Russians has been continued in this way, and any civilization in the world cannot be passed down through "education".
The love between Andre and Jane is undoubtedly a tragedy, but tragedy is not necessarily tragic. Compared with the weakness of contemporary people who are unable to love, this is a victory with an unsatisfactory ending. Salinger once said: Dear God, life is hell, and I consider the question of what is hell. I'm adamant that it's the pain caused by the inability to love. Tolstoy beat the general for love and was exiled to Siberia. This irrational choice was considered by many people to be a foolish move, so he suffered the consequences and was exiled to Siberia. Since then, he has missed Jane and a happy life. This kind of God's perspective can only reflect that such audiences are too deeply involved in the play. Before something happens, the most we have is the freedom of choice. As for the ending, I prefer to believe that it is something called destiny. Before she met Andre, Jane was a master at playing games. Her toasting and drinking expression and her pouting behavior showed that she was a woman who was able to master the rules of capital. At the same time, she is convinced that in this world, except for business, everything else is too illusory. Until fate brought her to Andrei, all the disguises were torn down by Andrei's "seriousness". She sighed that in the country of Russia, everything is taken so seriously, and there has never been such a "little" statement. Drinking is a cup to the end, and friendship is a sincere act. For a woman, come to a duel of life and death, let fate arrange her belonging. Shirtless fighting on the frozen river, and then begging for forgiveness. These Russian traditions all declare the world: this is a country of extremes, a country of magic.
Jane slowly revives her long withered soul in the constant calling of Tolstoy. Tolstoy came to Jane's house and made a solemn confession and marriage proposal. Jane took over the Colonel's performance and played the piano while she couldn't hold back her tears of excitement, admiring the most beautiful moment in the world in trembling. Afterwards, Braham yelled at Jane, because his actions undermined their careful planning, angered the admiral, and meant losing the chance to get the allowance. Jane said nervously: Do you know what that young man did just now? Of course, Jane didn't expect Braham's understanding or sympathy, and even the object of questioning was not Braham, but herself, her heart that had been dusty for many years. What she was uneasy about was not that the plan was destroyed by Andre, but the pain of being unable to love, because she felt that she was not good from the beginning, filthy and despicable. She came to Andre's house, poured a glass of wine, and said: If your previous move was a marriage proposal, I'm here to give you an answer. Jane's "answer" may be her last petty bourgeois stubbornness. After speaking, she walked over to Andre's bed and stood naked in front of him, responding in a sexual way to what she thought was the answer, digging in a "broken", "fallen" and "nasty" way His original heart, the heart that has long been sealed. Modern people are always eager for passion and speed, and only know that they can't wait to shout: Come on! come to me! ... Jane, who has been nurtured by this principle since childhood, of course thinks it is the most natural. She does not know the country she lives in. It is the Russian Empire, which is regarded as a savage country by her motherland, and in Russia In their own eyes, they are the great "Third Roman Empire", which is full of grand narrative classicism, and they can design complicated and slow flirting processes for a night of romance. Andre was overwhelmed by Jane's behavior and asked: Do you love me? Instead, Jane's answer became the question she gave herself, a secret that only belonged to her and that stayed with her for the rest of her years.
Andrei Tolstoy, a small man in the midst of great changes in the times. He devotes all his energy to all his social relationships and takes them to the extreme. As the son of his mother, he kept his filial piety and lived up to the mission of revitalizing the family tradition, and was admitted to the aristocratic military academy. As a soldier of the motherland, swearing allegiance to the Tsar to the death, a stranger who may have only met once in his life. A brother who is a good friend, willing to die under the sword of his brother for love, even if it is only out of jealousy. He's not perfect, but he has a pure heart. It is because of human limitations that make Andre seem more real, so accessible. He made his life in his own way, albeit not shiningly. At first, he struggled with his fate in all kinds of entanglements with Jane, and at the end of the play, he used a cigarette to make peace with fate. The tension in this has resulted in a history of human beings that contains different stories, but with similar content.
Jane finally left, and 20 years of waiting did not bring a reunion in Siberia. When Jane came to Siberia with the biggest mystery of her life, pushed the door open, and an apple of wisdom fell, it seemed that everything was solved in an instant. "Do I love you, my Andre?" Fate makes people fall in love but not together. Accept the absurdity, Jane leaves so free and firm. 'Andre watched the woman whom he had missed in this life, quietly lit a cigarette, and meditated in his heart: I missed Jane, what kind of life I missed. But so what? The grass and trees regret each other, but you and I witness each other. When I look up, the brightest star will always be you.
In the wilderness of Siberia, Braham drove a motorcycle to chop down giant trees. At the same time, he was also destroying the ancient legends, fairy tales, and elves that grew in Siberia. Growing up in the wilderness.
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