When she said this, her handheld DV shooting career began, and our movie began. And this plan, rather than a declaration of suicide, should be seen as a "Declaration of Independence".
To choose suicide is to decide one's own life and death, to draw a clear line with the lingering illusory life, and to touch the independence that one's heart desires. Baloma captured independence through death. She regarded this independence as great and unreachable. She knew that the identity of the rich second generation was the goldfish bowl of her soul. She swam in it, except for the rotating Nothing but confusion. She is withdrawn, weird, stubborn, and incomprehensible. In this rich man's apartment where she lives, the only person she can feel a soul with is the most humble and strange porter, Honey.
"Honey is dead."
"Who is Honey." The film ends with the death of the porter, Honey. Among the rich man's apartment guarded by Honey, who has been a concierge for more than 20 years, there are only four families. When Honey passed away, Baloma's mother couldn't remember who Honey was. Even though they had met every day for more than 20 years, they both showed the faces of strangers to each other at the same time.
But it was this stranger who truly changed Baloma's life and the way Baloma fought for independence.
Although they have never talked in the past eleven years, and although they have maintained their identities as almost strangers, the familiarity between their souls has surpassed them and all their relatives. We don't see until the end of the film if Baroma has completed her suicide plan. But when Baloma heard about the death of the porter, the soul that Baloma had been affected by, at this time, accomplished a great qualitative change. She suddenly understood at this time that the independence she wanted, the escape from the goldfish bowl she wanted, and that death was not the way to go.
A wonderful little daughter of a rich family, a short, ugly and fat porter.
Their first conversation was a godsend, and we'd never seen Baloma talk so much to anyone, and we've never seen Honey so honest about her grace.
Where does this spiritual mutual familiarity, fit and understanding come from?
"Predicting the time of death is a way of ending my life that I like." San Mao once said. Someone used this sentence she once said as evidence that she planned to commit suicide. I think this is really ridiculous. She is so sincere and bright, who always tells the truth, and she can't hurt those who love her no matter what. This sentence can't explain her suicide at all, it can only explain why she chooses to decide her own life and death, something that should be decided by God. Because she needs this kind of control, this kind of defense of independent choice, she has always been in such control. As an observer, he turned the land she walked on into words in her hands, and she took control of the world in her own hands.
Then the people who write, the people who take pictures, the people who take pictures, people like Sanmao or Baloma, people like us, actually have control freaks in their bones. We would stare at every street light on the street, not a bench, and everyone who passed by. The nasty DV in Baloma's hands has sharpened her original sharp eyes and made her original stubborn heart even more stubborn. We try to keep every little thing worth mentioning, strangers who don't need to know. Remember, it's ours. Of course, we are most familiar with our things, and of course we understand them by heart. Of course, we can communicate with you without saying anything.
Like this moment, I feel that I don't know Baloma and Honey, but they've become part of my heart. At the same time, I also feel that if someone has seen this movie and watched my impressions, although we do not know each other, we are already familiar with it.
So you, although you are the strangers on the street that you don't need to know, but you are my soulmate at the end of my heart and the world's attention.
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