This is where the film "Blind" begins.
The heroine is blind and spends most of her time alone in her new apartment. She started writing novels about a man with a strange fetish, and the window scene from which he peeks, the mother of a young, passionate, beautiful, ten-year-old boy.
“They say I will eventually lose the ability to visualize in my brain, but I can slow down the decline process because I can maintain that ability by making imaginative connections every day.” And so
began her journey.
I always thought it was two separate stories. Long-haired unemployed middle-aged man and young mother, blind author and husband. The people in both stories are struggling to live.
The middle-aged man paced close to the young mother in front of the diaper aisle, deliberately putting on deafening music. When the young mother heard the familiar tune, she turned her head in surprise: "You like this song too?" "Yeah." "In Norway, there are not many people who like them." warm.
But then the camera flashed, the man's music was still deafening, but the young mother kept her eyes on the products on the shelf, then turned and left.
The flickering of that shot transition seemed familiar—no, it was so familiar, so familiar that it played out in my brain a million times a day.
It was the moment when I was staring at the lunch dishes for a long time in class, and suddenly realized that it was too early, and a table of delicious food suddenly shattered into a blackboard desk; it was the moment when I saw the familiar scene and thought of my old lover in a trance, and then realized that he had been away for many years. The scene dimmed into a moment of bleak reality. ——Yeah, how ingenious this shot is, it is the best restoration of good expectations falling back to reality.
But the amazing thing is that the "expectation" and "reality" of the film are only the consciousness in the female author's mind.
The loss of vision, and the ensuing resistance to the whole world, made her trust nothing that could not be tested. Everyone has beautiful fantasies, just like that well-designed and natural approach, but the reality is that she has low self-esteem from the inside out, and is embodied as a rough, eccentric man who does nothing and is useless.
When I saw this, my heart suddenly ached.
If everything in the world cannot escape gravity and friction, then thinking must be the fastest moving thing.
I also often have the feeling that the pen can’t keep up with the head when writing. If inspiration comes to a stop, I’m afraid I can catch the light that escapes.
Then, if the thinking goes astray, it is also the most irreversible thing.
The creation of the female author begins with a normal and warm beginning. She imagined a young mother with a loving son, beautiful and elegant, with obvious gaps in her teeth, but her lip lines that could not hide her smile were charming.
Until the husband of the female author suddenly appeared in the picture. He chats with the middle-aged man in constantly changing scenes, and he finally intervenes in the plot of the love story. The author seems to be uncertain, she slept next to him, but she couldn't get rid of his "derailment" idea after repeated attempts. She had to do a test with what she already knew, but the result seemed to be more cruel. Her husband was no longer interested in her body, and a hesitant thought pushed her back to the starting point.
She probably also knew that the main line of this story was going to be deviated more and more.
The art is exaggerated, but the plots seem so real. Because it's so much like an everyday couple.
The woman was suspicious and couldn't ask questions directly. She felt that asking questions was ridiculous - like, who would say "I'm laughing"? So she had to test it with something. Sometimes it is to ask "Do you still love me?", and sometimes it is to deliberately complain that life expects comfort. If the husband can't see the reason for her doing this and instead responds carelessly, then the suspicion will be deeper.
She would grieve, cry, and give him an elbow in a fit of rage. The man was inexplicable. The mature man responded silently. If he was also a young and vigorous man, he would probably scolded and quarreled.
Just like the final reason why Cobb killed his wife in "Inception", once an idea is implanted, it is impossible to remove it.
This principle should be easy for both men and women to figure out, right?
She couldn't stop imagining that her husband had a private meeting with a woman he met online in the name of fitness. They chatted happily, and his eyes were tender and warm. She couldn't stop the plot in her head, the woman opposite him was about to touch his hand, and he was about to shake it back...
No! If I can't make the plot stop, I can still change the plot!
So that woman's world suddenly lost its light.
The plot is still developing in an almost deformed way, and the woman seems to have changed her personality and become a different person.
She suddenly panicked, afraid that her husband would see more and more of her story. What she was afraid of was not the extremes of his dark sexuality and imagination that he saw, but the cruelty exposed in the text.
The role of middle-aged men is less, and more contradictions are only concentrated in the entanglement between the husband and the blind woman. She wanted her husband to get rid of her, but she knew the story wouldn't end here, the blind woman wouldn't allow it, or more precisely, she wouldn't agree to it.
The intersection of story and reality is the pregnancy test stick with double red lines.
She is pregnant.
Things had developed to the point where she simply couldn't control it. There was a new life in her body, and she couldn't imagine what her husband's reaction would be.
So, what if the woman whose husband is having an affair is pregnant?
She tried on a new dress, got her makeup done, and braided her hair to go to the men's party. The moment I took off my jacket, I was stunned in the whole venue and in front of the screen - the sloppy dark red underwear was exposed under the cheap white gauze skirt, and the black stockings were looming, so it was extremely desolate when inserted into the white high-heeled shoes. However, this was the result of repeated confirmation by the woman, her daughter and colleagues. They all said that the dress was beautiful and the makeup was steady and solemn.
She stumbled and told him about the pregnancy.
Next to him, the sleazy man at the promiscuous party snickered without any scruples, and the child's father also coaxed: "I respect all your decisions, but do you just want your child to be born blind? You know, you Never know what your child looks like, you'll never see him!"
She ran away in a hurry.
And the female author, finally wearing the exact same clothes as the woman in the extramarital affair, smiled and stood in front of her husband.
The edge of the lens collapsed and the walls peeled off. She can no longer support the heavy pressure of the fantasy world, the dream is poking into reality, all love and suspicion arising from love must eventually be aggressive.
Faced with her husband's pressing questions, she finally revealed her heart: "No one wants to date someone who has anxiety problems, at least not for a long time." The
middle-aged man looked up, and it turned out that he was also her.
This is the case with all self-indulgent fantasies. As a short comment said, "You can never see yourself except in mirrors and photos", so the assumptions about yourself are actually biased. A person with inferiority will always have a rough and mediocre position for himself, and the deepest darkness of his character is magnified into the main character. How much she expects him to be happy in the ideal world, but she will realize that this is not reality in the next second.
I'm all too familiar with this cyclical mood.
When I was young, I was rarely liked, tomboy-like, and not generous enough when it came to specific things. Surrounded by too many girls who are attracted by boys, I gradually got used to measuring the gap between myself and them, and then tried to imitate clumsily, but it was self-defeating.
Enthusiasm at first acquaintance, but will become bored or hypocritical after long-term contact; personality and height lead to male-biased components, but when it comes to relationships, they are too indecisive; they do not pursue material conditions too much, but they will be separated from friends or lovers because of their family background. Very far and quickly inferiority; grades have always been good, but in the face of major exams, the mentality is always seriously imbalanced, so that I fail repeatedly and can't hold my head up.
I didn't learn to accept myself at all. When I was young, I hoped that the heroines I wrote would be happy forever, but the older I got, the less I hoped.
Since the end of the film, I have been on the verge of worrying about what she will do to hurt herself and her lover.
But I am afraid that what I fear most in my heart is seeing the tragedy she imagined, which is actually a reality.
I saw so many shadows of myself in her that I was waiting for the end to come, as if waiting for judgment.
Fortunately, she had already made a decision before she got a response from her husband.
The inherent characteristics of women (often expressed in romantic relationships or works of art) are vividly rendered "blind" in this show. We have to check our emotions over and over again, just as a blind person has to check the colour of their clothes over and over again with a machine, the two are exactly the same.
A blind person must rely on the people around her to live normally, but only if she has complete trust in the world. Once someone chooses to deceive her and put a frivolous and cheap tulle skirt on her who is about to attend the dinner party, she will not know it until she is laughed at and discovers something.
And the same is true of romantic relationships. The most important basis for the continuation of the relationship between the two parties is their mutual trust. However, after trust, all deceit becomes too easy, she can't find his change of heart because she can't see it, until the whole world has witnessed the fact that he cheated, and you are the last one, drowned in shameful snickering.
So, will you choose to trust?
Can. She finally put on the dress her husband bought, pushed open the door, and walked out.
It's business as usual, passersby are friendly and the air is fresh.
After hearing the news of her pregnancy, her husband's reaction was too hesitant, in fact, it was not complete, and it might have caused her suspicion again in the past.
It's just that she is already the new her, and she is willing to wait until he shows a familiar, warm smile.
After letting out a sigh of relief, I began to envy female authors.
Not all love can stand the test of time. The fragility of the relationship between people is often unimaginable, the willful beauty often only exists in idol dramas, and in reality, it is punished.
But there are also exceptions to love, because it also implies tolerance.
Even if you insist on being absent from my important ceremonies, even if you are hot and cold with me, even if you are blind, I am still willing to love you and wait for you to wake up from your dreams.
It is the doom of blindness itself that contrasts the supreme purity of this relationship. I still envy her, it has nothing to do with her disability. The forgiveness and deep love she received at this moment were already too happy, so happy that even able-bodied people couldn't help but sigh.
This is much more perfect than any idol drama of dog blood and fantasy.
Like a little girl who shirks responsibility in the arms of her young lover even though she has made a mistake, she thinks like this:
"Everything will be alright, as long as he has a little more sense of humor.
" Complaining tone.
But there are many more who have yet to get out of the way. They wandered in despair, too late to make a joke.
Text/Zhang Yueqian
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