"In the morning I went out with suicidal thoughts, but in the evening I went home with a bag of fruit." This is the monologue of an old man in "The Taste of Cherry" directed by Abbas. In "The Elegance of the Hedgehog", 11-year-old Paloma is about to commit suicide on her 12th birthday. She can't bear that the end of her life is a goldfish bowl, a world where adults spend their time like flies slamming into the same window. ; 54-year-old Honey, who carefully maintains the image of a squat and vulgar concierge, disguised as a vulgar woman who is illiterate, in order to pursue the spiritual world quietly, her cramped and shabby residence has a dark room full of Books, where her spirit lives. Both Paloma and Honey have an incomprehensible loneliness. Her parents only noticed Paloma's withdrawnness, but ignored the philosophical talents brought her to think about life. The residents only know that Honey is a poor widow's concierge, but they don't know that her spiritual world is beyond rich. Why is Hani quietly reading a book? Isn't it normal for a concierge to like Tolstoy? Why does Paloma like to hide herself? Will a little girl be considered an alien when she thinks about the nature of life? The reality is that migrant workers who read Heidegger will be on the hot search. It seems ridiculously narrow-minded as if the thirst for knowledge is something that must be age-appropriate. I really resonate with Paloma and Honey as a couple. When I was in the first semester of high school, I was suddenly entangled in some very ultimate questions, does life have meaning, what is the meaning, why do I exist, and where will the future of mankind go. For a year before and after, I was deeply immersed in these problems, life is so absurd, life is so absurd, and life is boring. I was tortured by these unanswered questions all day, and I thought about death. I would wake up suddenly at night, looking at the window and wanting to jump off. In short, I felt that nothing mattered, and I was tortured by a light that life could not bear. What really brings me happiness is nature. I skip class every week, sometimes just to bask in the sun, sometimes watching the flowers, birds, fish and insects in the park in a daze, sometimes observing passers-by and guessing what they are doing. These make me feel very calm, and a delicate sense of happiness arises spontaneously. After returning to school, it will switch to lively mode again. During the summer vacation, I often did not speak for five or six days, immersed in my own small world and licked the emptiness and loneliness I created. When I reached the limit, I went to a place with many people like the supermarket to feel the fireworks. Also, like Hani, I maintain a completely different image from my inner self in order to be a "normal person". I like books and movies, and occasionally record my thoughts in the circle of friends, but every one of them blocks the people around the university. It can be said that I actively closed myself. But it's not completely autistic, and there is a fake me in charge of socializing. Everyone is a hedgehog in life, but mostly not so much
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