Summer 2003
If the lush green wheat fields and the teenager wearing headphones on the poster of "Everything About Lilizhou" amaze me, I can't stop lingering. The reason why I went, the cruelty of the movie and the silent depression is the culprit that made me feel pain from the bottom of my heart, but I was speechless.
In "Battle Royale," he said that the BR Law was passed because "the population has skyrocketed, unemployment has skyrocketed, and people are afraid of young people." I have always been puzzled by the last reason, and here, "Everything about Lily Zhou" gave me the answer. The sight of that man driving a Porsche trembling in front of a group of 13- and 14-year-old junior high school students made me horrified and at the same time understood: in the face of the fact that such a large number of middle school students committed crimes, our adults, apart from fear and follow-up hatred, what else can be done?
While watching this movie, I kept asking myself the same question: what can I do with what's going on here? Are we able to do something?
The answer is that none of us can do anything about it.
Maybe it's the director's intentions that make you horrified to find the shadow of your own life in the movie, and what's worse, you find that you can't do anything about it all.
In this moment, all the self-righteous redemption seems so ridiculous.
So I thought again, when I can't stand the endless bullying, will I become the cowardly Hasumi, or the Hoshino who chose to use violence to defeat violence? The weak will be bullied, this is the eternal law. So Hasumi was forced to take off his pants and masturbate in public amid the malicious clamor of his companions. The twitching and finally limp figure made my hands and feet cold, and a certain part of my body seemed to be pinched at the same time, and tears of humiliation flowed out. The same thing happened in "Made in Hong Kong", when Aaron was pressed in the toilet to jerk off - I don't know if a person is awake or ignorant in this situation, it will be less hurt. But I clearly perceive that the injury has become a living reality in the eyes of the viewer. He is like everyone around us, innocent, timid, wanting to resist but lacking the strength to resist. So there is only repression, and it has been suppressed all the time. So Banzhu, who claims to be obsessed on Lily Zhou's personal website, became his only outlet. It is only when he freely expresses his feelings for Lily's music that he becomes his true master. Poor Hasumi, he made each of us see the shadow of our own humbleness in him, remembering that we had been cowardly under this or that kind of bullying, and I also remembered the fear of passing by the street corner after school every day and being forever scolded. The nightmare that people intercepted, the nightmare that was as firm as the formula once made us desperate, and in the endless despair more than once, the prayer time stopped like this, and tomorrow will never come.
And Hoshino, the boy who used to be a eugenics. Everything about him is enviable: the young mother is beautiful and gracious, the countless books in the room and the telescope on the windowsill, listening to Debussy. . . . . However, one day, the factory closed down, the family broke up, and the malicious bullying in the class and school did not stop. Everything has changed, and nothing can be undone. Since you don’t want to be bullied anymore—since you’ve been bullied for a long time—since the voice of hatred in your heart is ready to come out—then go bully others!
Some of Hoshino's characteristics determine that he is better than others in everything he does, even if he is a bad person, he must be more thoroughly bad. Although the grim expression on his face was still so jerky when he lifted the chair for the first time, he felt more and more the pleasure of bloodthirsty and the despair that followed from this depravity. The more desperate, the more depraved. Again and again, he stimulated his numb heart by destroying the beauty and breaking the sacred. Once the game starts, it slowly gets out of control. On that gloomy afternoon, in the factory where my father had closed, the men chased the long-haired girl, overwhelmed her, tore her clothes, and the broken sleeves flew in the air along with the cotton in the old machine, spreading out in the air. suffocating decay. Outside the house, Hasumi was crying in pain as he watched the girl he had a crush on being humiliated. This poor child can't even save himself, how can he save others? On the other side, Hoshino knew that everything was over, and his heart could no longer see anything, the girl who once brought him infinite joy and fantasy, who liked to play Debussy's piano music over and over again, It has been destroyed by his own hands. In the wheat field, Hoshino, wearing a headset, shouted, but there was no sound but it reached my heart. Everything will come to an end, all the good will cease to exist, and Hoshino will finally have nothing.
Nothing scares Hasumi more than seeing Hoshino appear at Lily's concert door with a green apple with "BLUE CAT" written on it. The boy's eyes widened, and he tried his best to connect the blue cat, who shared countless thoughts with him online, and Hoshino, who was once a good friend but is now the source of his nightmares. But Hoshino, who didn't know it, gave him a sudden smile, just like this. The unintentional smile made Hasumi forget all kinds of malicious bullying. This easy-to-satisfy boy, a boy who is powerless to resist, always works hard to increase The misfortune and hatred in my heart are forgotten intentionally or unintentionally. Yet the ticket, torn in front of his face, coldly reminded him, mocking his stupidity and forgetfulness. That night, the blood of revenge whistled in his chest, and finally turned into a weapon, plunged deep into Hoshino's heart, and the blood flowed out. . . . . .
I remembered that Xiao Si inserted the dagger into Xiao Ming's body, and the blood kept flowing from the bottom of his heart. . . . . .
When will we be able to fly freely like a kite, laugh without any scruples, no need to worry that no one will see the sadness in our hearts, and when we are afraid, only tears will wash away the fear, and we can no longer use blood, come Witness to our youth?
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