The first movie was the recent Japanese "Pink and Ash"
, and I felt that I didn't know why, but I only felt that a group of small fresh and dark winds later became a decadent mess. I got impatient, but I still finished watching it patiently. In short, a movie with a time-defying style, this is one, well, Little Japan is very good at pseudo-literature, and then the dark wind, I feel that I have depth, but unfortunately, I lied to Xiaoqingqingmei Sadness is alright, at a young age, what is true depth and what is pretending is clear at a glance, in a word, it is the first movie after watching, and there are still 4 hours left.
After taking a sip of water, I went to the toilet, the plane bumped a bit, and I went back to my seat. The crooked nuts next to me were already asleep. I flipped it over and continued to call up the movie list to continue watching.
The second part, an old man with glasses with no spirit, seems to carry a story, suspense, called "Remember", ok, just watch it, with the mentality of trying.
The opening chapter is an old man with Alzheimer's, and the first thing he does when he opens his eyes is [Ruth?!] His wife's name.
Not a very inspired head, trembling hands, a few details, the nurse constantly reminded him of the names of the people around him.
[this is Max, your friend]
[I know it, don't need to tell me]
He replied with a bit of stubbornness, then sat down and ate breakfast that he didn't even know what it was.
At this time, we were brought into the theme [revenge] by the director, to find the Nazis who killed my family and kill them.
Very simple story line, we seem to think that after the old man read Max's letter to him alone, he started the journey alone.
Just a lonely, restless, judgmental journey. The old man kindly talked to the little boy, and irritably grabbed the game console from his fingers and asked him to answer himself. Suddenly, he didn't know who was the child and who was the adult at this time.
He reined in his staggering steps and refused help, then fled and slept in the hotel.
No one knows himself, not even he himself.
That water pipe, dripping with steam, his trembling eyelashes seemed to recall something, his heart was uneasy, whenever he was uneasy he would go to find his lover【Ruth!?would you mind turning the light on? it's too dark here! Ruth]
Then he finally realized that he was alone, and then he sat down and picked up the letter that seemed to be divine, and the gun on the table seemed to be conveyed by the director several times.
Then it was the shopping mall, and then the first person, he said [I am just doing my job]
, who do you need to remember? Who do you need to find? Who did you forget?
He sorts himself out and finally meets one of the Nazi sons, the madness and wickedness of human nature when settling is often packaged under the appearance of a gentleman. He is a policeman, what a profession that looks like a symbol of justice like the sky above his head?
He even invited him into his room, he even gave him water and wine, and then sanctimoniously declared his honorable father and the "victory" he had at the same time.
The old man's embarrassed appearance, almost weak face, he said [maybe I need something stronger]
and then he drank a glass of wine and continued to watch the man in front of him bragging.
Later he saw the tattoo on his arm, he suddenly said [what the Fxxk are you doing here?]
with a grim expression, he smirked, he twisted abusive rude sentences, he even threatened the old man on the sofa .
The old man is incontinent, what a wonderful scene, we see such a picture.
We can hardly believe this is a 21st century movie, as if we were instantly transported back to the scene from decades ago, the black room, the torture, the slaughter and the silence.
And now, as history repeats itself, it feels a distorted intimacy, this is reality.
I suddenly became uncertain, and a kind of uneasiness spread in my heart. I watched the crooked nuts beside me wake up, rubbed my glasses and smiled kindly at me, and then asked me kindly what movie I was watching?
I told him [remember] what he said about it? I say, Jewish Nazis. That's right, I only used these two words [the jews and the nazi]. The jews and the nazi
looked at it and seemed to be a little interested. He said, this will not be a sentimental movie, right? I smiled, [who know?why dont you try see it yourself?】
At this time, he also turned on the entertainment screen in front of him and watched it in a small space.
Continuing to read, in fact, it is more like seeing who is the evil guy, who killed his family.
Nazi stories have long been unearthed, from Schindler's List, to the pianist, to Sarah's key.
I'm actually a fan of historical movies, especially World War II movies, because I think war can show many aspects of human nature, and the exposure of life and death is a kind of madness.
What about this movie? To be honest, it was really just killing time at first, and the ratings were okay, so it started like this, but watching the entire movie in an almost turbulent mood.
Later, the old man found the final Nazi, discussed with him, and finally revealed that the old man himself was also a Nazi, and the story was pushed to a climax.
I've always thought it was a blockbuster movie, and even though it seemed like such a small budget, it seemed to be talking about a cliché about Nazism.
But I feel that it is raising a new topic [you, and me, how different are we? 】
Maybe many people will think why I say I watched a Japanese movie first and then watch this movie.
I think you should already know that.
When the Jews were massacred by the Nazis, what about the Chinese?
Up to now, the Jews are still being held accountable in private ways, and Germany is still paying the Jews a huge amount of indemnity. What about the Chinese?
Suddenly I feel a bit of a headache, and I don't want to touch some sensitive issues, because it seems that not only Japanese people are reluctant to discuss World War II, but even more people in this area who grew up eating soda, listening to K-pop music and watching Japanese anime are unwilling to talk about it. .
Even I don't want to talk about it. When I look at the beautiful and shiny products in the Japanese duty-free store, I can't wait to take this place home.
[Let the past pass, and let no one live! 】
Chinese people like this very much, like this kind of [forgetting], because this kind of forgetting makes the living people not have to bear the illusory responsibilities left by the dead. It's good for the living to enjoy life, and the dead, after all, they are dead. right?
After all, what we play with our hands, eat in our mouths, and wear on our bodies are all international products.
Yeah, the world is changing so fast that it's already pushing me forward before I even have time to turn around and look at the past.
The old man stood at the intersection, at the train station, at the shopping mall, and in front of the house.
The old man is forgotten by the times.
The old man also forgot himself.
Those evils, those distortions, those histories, it seems that as long as they are not remembered, they can be regarded as nothing has happened.
Because those wounds are so ugly, even if you show them to others, it will only make people feel terrible and disgusting, because you are just an outlier of the times, and no one will care about those [the past].
I saw the only surviving comfort women occasionally demonstrating at the gate of the Tokyo consulate, and passersby hurriedly passing by, it seemed that they were just a buffoon of history. Because it is very inappropriate to show ugliness to such a noisy era.
Inappropriate, so we all forget, all mankind forget. Japanese, Chinese, Germans, Americans, forget all.
There's no more ironic or grander script than an Alzheimer's Nazi with implanted memories who will end up with a gun on another Nazi.
But I began to wonder, if a Japanese took a gun to pursue another Japanese, just because the Japanese had participated in the National Holocaust, what kind of scenery would this be?
No, it seems that I'm too tired, this day and night talk won't happen, because not only the Japanese forgot, but the Chinese basically forgot too.
Everyone is still busy living, earning money to pay off the mortgage to support the family, and waiting for that day to buy a Japanese beauty device for his wife, a Japanese signature pen for his son, and a Japanese health care product for his father-in-law and mother-in-law.
Who the hell cares what those people did in the past! ?
I searched the sony camera in the bag, rubbed my nose, and looked at the ceiling of the plane.
Crooked nuts stared at the screen intently, ignoring me. He seemed fascinated.
I got a little dizzy, so I fell asleep.
The plane landed and taxied toward the tarmac. I rubbed my glasses and sat up, and the crooked nuts beside me remained silent.
I smiled at him and sorted out my package.
[I actually have German ancestry. ]
He suddenly said this to me, my fingers trembled, and then I turned my head and looked at him, who seemed to be very tired. After all, he had been flying for more than ten hours.
[I, feel very uncomfortable, now, uncomfortable. ] He rubbed his eyes and said.
[Well, take care, you can get off the plane. ] Just strangers, then look at each other.
Out of the hatch with a bag.
Forget it, maybe, this way you can live a little easier, you look at those prosperous people who seem to be friendly with those products.
Forget it, I reminded myself, and walked out of the hatch quickly, without looking back to see the strange crooked kernel beside me whose face I had begun to forget.
Forgetting, but, at least God remembers, because it has been watching us.
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