What if my tumor is terminal?
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French men
have seen a lot of French films, and they always like the men in them. So is Roman in the film. I like a man like him with deep eye sockets, thick eyebrows, a high nose, and a shaggy face when he's depressed. His face must be thin and heartbreaking. He was thin, but had small slender, strong muscles, mostly white skin, and a round mole somewhere. His hands were long and well articulated. In the afternoon sun curled up lazily on the white bed, he and Sasha lay there silently, Luomen slowly took Sasha's hand and gently placed it on his chest, "Do you feel it? It's still there. Jump." His voice seemed to be from another world, and only he knew what it meant.
I like such a quiet man, silent like a glass of boiled water. Walking on the street, sitting at a small wooden table, skillfully tearing apart sugar packets, drinking coffee, and smoking. I often think of myself as them, as if appearing in the camera, scribbling casually with my fingers, raising my eyelids cautiously and casually, and smiling crampedly. Life seems to have become fictional, and life is so real.
In the past, Luomen was just an artistic but vulgar man, a man favored by God. After accepting it and thinking about it, his artistic breath burst into suffocation at the moment of near death. He is an artist called by God and in dialogue with God. He can give up everything, he can go back to the past, because his heart really begins to be free.
Passion
doesn't know how many movies about "comrade" love, how many unfulfilled love stories this is.
Love seems to be equal to passion for Roman, and he tries to leave after discovering that his love with Sasha is starting to be as boring as husband and wife. At night, in the car, he asked his father, "Why didn't you divorce your mother?" "One night, I heard you quarreling in the kitchen, and my mother found a letter, she was crying, and you didn't comfort her at that time. "
He felt that his parents were no longer love and should not be together anymore. However, the father does not seem to need to explain. When he was alone in bed crying, when he broke down in a bar, when he met Sasha in a cafe, he knew how much he loved him. Even though, they are still flat, although, they have separated.
In the end, love is dull. Don't think that it's not love if it's flat, it's another manifestation of love.
The family
Luomen is so afraid of lonely people, he thinks that everyone in the family is indifferent to him, so, until his death, he only told his grandma about the tumor. He and grandma are so sympathetic to each other. Why is Roman so opposed to her sister Sophie and hates her children? After watching it many times and thinking about it for a long time, I found that he actually loves his sister very much. In his childhood life, he seemed to have only his sister, and all the good memories under the sun were all with his sister. But his sister got married, and when her sister had a child, he found that everything had changed. He was worried about his sister's love, which was all elsewhere and no longer belonged to him. What a silly child, how could my sister not love you?
Finally, my sister wrote a letter and placed it under his door. In the park, he dialed his sister's phone and said something rare. Before leaving, he used a digital camera to photograph his sister's peaceful smile holding the child.
So Romon, who hates children, ended up helping the woman and her man who wanted children. To leave this world, I think there are many regrets and unwillingness. What about the child? It was his other self in the world. He was going to die after all.
Outside the cold door of the Law Office, he said to the woman who was pregnant with his child, "Can I ask a question?"
"What?"
he said shyly, "Can he kick?"
"Oh, no, he's only two months old," the woman said happily.
"Well... let me know if he kicks."
...
I want to cry when I see this. The world of others really has nothing to do with me. This child is my nostalgia for this world. I don't know how big a proposition
death is, and how many people are unbelievable.
I like a saying, "Many people don't know they will die when they are alive, and many people don't know they have lived until they die." We always know how we want to live when we are about to die.
He went back to the beach where he was a child in the opening credits, bought a gray-blue bath towel on the street, threw away the phone that was calling him, and licked a chocolate-flavored ice cream. When he walked to the sea, his steps were a little unstable, and he felt very happy when swimming in the sea. The icy water made him huddle together after landing, pale, smoking shiveringly, and quickly pressing the camera shutter at the people. Death came to him silently, the sound of the tide disappeared. He picked up a ball that was rolling under his feet and gave it to the boy who looked a lot like him, watching him play happily. Then, lying wearily on the beach, he closed his eyes, and a thin tear fell.
In the evening, the people on the beach left, and the people in his life gradually left, and people eventually die alone, no matter how afraid of loneliness you are. Words are rubbish, struggle is futile. The sun is slowly setting, and life is slowly ending.
About the film The
film has always been quiet, no complicated music, no complicated composition, no sensational clips, simple cruelty, and people can only accept it. If a Korean director were to shoot it, it would be a vulgar, miserable film that earns people's tears, all the results and dialogues are expected, gorgeous colors, beautiful characters... So I'm glad.
A typical French art film, it is estimated that only the French can make such a subject indistinct, and find a suitable focus in the artificiality and pale emptiness. It doesn't matter if there is no dialogue; it doesn't matter if there are no tears; it doesn't matter if there is no tension... Because I still feel depressed, it's over, and a life disappears before it can struggle.
Luomen, born in 1973, thin, dark brown hair, very white skin, has a man he loved, a family he loves deeply, a child who is too late to love, a photographer, died of terminal cancer at the age of 31. I remember.
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