Before going to the movie, I even forgot the name of the movie. I only remembered that the introduction made the plot look like a suspense movie, so I didn't think about it when I first watched it. But even so some of these metaphors naturally resonated with me. Since I went to college, I have always felt that I don't want to dress up, refuse to communicate, even avoid eye contact, and waste or even deliberately destroy all opportunities for self-expression. Although I have always been reluctant to admit that a person who came from Beijing to study in Shanghai would not be able to hold on to everything other than studying, I am proud and fragile, and refuse all these changes that should be logical. All these depressions can even be said to be a family tradition, which is even harder to quit. I no longer know whether I refuse to sink or to move forward.
Having said so much, I just want to say that the kind of depression in the movie is not so dramatic, it is even life-like, and it is imprisoning me all the time. But I still thank the children for at least having the courage to do something, even if it is violent resistance, even if it is to attack the weak, even if it is despicable, even if it is terrorism, at least they have not completely lost their judgment, at least they still believe in their own judgment, at least Still executing his will. Compared to a person like me who loses himself in endless thinking, although hateful, it is not pitiful.
All the women have the same hairstyle and wear the same clothes (except our dear Eva). Masturbation can be described as touching the most sensitive and sacred parts of you God has given you and being tied to the bed for it. Make love without making a sound. But what about in real life? Isn't it because he is kidnapped by the so-called "quality" of a high degree of civilization all the time, so that the whole person is self-righteous, submissive, secretive, and is always judging others with the most critical eyes, and it is difficult to accept people who do not conform to the "norms" at all. , it's just that the terrorism in the film has been weakened into disgust and disgust, which disturbs his heart with disgust. In other words, he uses this kind of terrorism inward to destroy himself and his world.
I used to be the most rebellious one, but now I don’t know if it’s premature or too naive. I don’t disobey the rules, but I’m also determined not to be the executor of the rules. I’ve become a passive resistance, a person who achieves nothing, hates norms but is passionate about them. Because of the sense of superiority and security it brings, hovering in the invisible zone between the mainstream and the fringe, despising both the mainstream and those fringe people who try to become the mainstream, the invisibility that I once longed for is now finally obtained, but it is ignored by the rules. Reluctantly pull back to reality.
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