Watching the scene where Tom was lying in Florence's arms, her hand gently around his head still stuck in the boyhood, how could I not cry? Such a reunion erases many sins of the past. And behind the camera, like her, I slowly discovered the true meaning of my guilt through self-harm before desperately trying to clear my guilt. The moment she realized that what she was seeing was not real, she cried in relief rather than pain and shock. After being forcibly dragged away by a lonely and eccentric forest watcher, she escaped from the forest next to the castle with blood on her face and scars all over her body—all her emotional contradictions and the regret that haunted her for half a lifetime, From this, it is vented through violent physical confrontation. Then the truth came to light, and I forgot the real objects and left behind a story I made up by myself. Then there is a tragedy that is about to be repeated, and is finally contained because of the elements that transcend the tragedy.
There are many ways we choose to harm ourselves. The heroine and the hero chose a very common one. As a lover, you cannot escape the guilt you impose on yourself. We even fantasize about the victim over and over again, tamper with the story over and over, deepen the sinfulness of our image in the story over and over, until the pyramid has been built to the top, adding a little weight to the tip , accidentally crushed the entire building. Most of the time, we pray that we can keep accumulating guilt forever. Disaster overwhelms our intellect, leaving behind an endless, literate wave of emotion. From then on, we live in a kind of romantic tragic story, stubbornly relying on the events and spaces where events speak, designing an ideal game for ourselves. In fact, it is very selfish to want to keep the image of the lover.
If I accidentally fall into the water, it is because I know someone will come to my rescue. I strongly believe that love and destiny are greater than the meaning of my life itself. But after I was fished out, after I was washed ashore over and over again, when I started to believe that my romance game was working, maybe I'd find out that it wasn't my loving guilt that was at work. It wasn't my desperate fantasies that saved me, but a luck that I was still loved. do you remember? In the end, Tom rescued Florence. Everyone in the movie except Tom is very selfish. They play the victim game because they instinctively convince themselves the moment the chaos erupts that I am a victim too. And the biggest victim has no room to be victimized, so he will do what he always does, crying and hugging each other, saying how much he misses her, his only friend. He didn't blame anyone because all the blame was consumed by others. By being so lucky to retain all his qualities, he once again saved Florence after her collapse.
So, how can we be a deep friend? Never can. Even though we used to share everything, used to be in exactly the same position, it was the unpredictability of the outside world that pulled us apart. The most we can repay, even for "owing" death, is one final parody of the past.
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