When I watched this movie, I was in my freshman year of high school, and when I opened the movie in my sister's room, she frowned: "I see that you always watch movies like this."
"What kind of?" I pressed the pause button and asked her.
"Naked and uncomfortable," she described.
"Suicide Room" is not a light-hearted movie. Halfway through watching it, I secretly grabbed a tissue and sobbed in shame.
The reason for watching this movie is very simple - the GIF that countless rotten girls have browsed, and the handsome boys are kissing under the twinkling lights.
But "Suicide Room" is not about the love story of two boys. It tells a cold tragedy under the guise of love.
The plot of the movie is actually very simple. An adolescent boy, who became introverted because of a few gossips, chatted with a friend on the Internet. This friend is keen on self-harm, and hides in the room every day with a sharp The knife cuts through his own blood vessels.
Dominik reminds me of countless teenagers. I often feel that the rebellious period is a watershed in one's life. Some people are lucky enough to be reborn during the rebellious period, while others are forever lost in the deep valley of depression.
He wore a gray coat, wrapped himself in the coat silently, wore low-rise jeans, and had a pistol attached to his waist. He searched the Internet for videos related to suicide and self-harm, and he also locked himself in the house to help netizens Get a bottle of sleeping pills.
The whole movie is filled with the absurdity of "the world is like an unreal room" that often occurs in teenagers. Dominik stays at home all day long, soaring in the unreal suicide room with pink-haired netizens.
This room is full of lonely people.
The so-called depravity, or the sudden despair of this world, was powerful enough for him to take out sleeping pills and pour it in in one breath.
In the cramped and dimly lit bathroom of the bar, he cried and asked a couple who had been drinking too much for help: "Call my mother."
My rebellious period was far less intense, I was simply bored.
But there is often a moment when I come home with a stinky face that no one likes to see, when I see the food on the table and the smile on the busy mother's face, I think of Dominik the sentence.
Call my mom.
In this isolated world, the only place that can give you a sense of dependence is the place where you were born. That embrace that brings all the warmth and sadness in life.
But no one called his mother. He was doomed to die in that filthy bathroom with the bottle of sleeping pills in his hand.
A boy who didn't want to die so much took sleeping pills, and a girl who always wanted to die ran out of the suicide room he'd been hiding in.
The so-called life-for-life is always so cruel.
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