drank a cup of caramel macchiato and continued to be extremely excited. Jenny's fingers were still flashing in front of her eyes, and what about handcuffs, she was still desperate, shouting "Black music is my music". Schumann, Fuck Schumann. She's still her, in the mundane, at the German National Theater, to everyone's applause. Smoking a cigarette from a dead cellmate's pocket and yelling at the warden "Fuck you." Touch me!!!", the paper bound by the bitch burns to be another Mozart's hand, she is a unique genius. She was raped by her adoptive father, accused of killing her father for a bastard, she destroyed her own hands , gnawing, biting, smashing... all the memories that belonged to the piano are her absolute scars. She, a pianist who loves all beautiful things, forbears, dogmatic, but passionate and grateful for the wealth bestowed by God- Talent. She found her, across the time-age gap, across the place-in prison, across the identity-piano teacher and female prisoner. Even across the gender-she likes her. Jenny: "even the person who sleeps with me I am I didn't tell you, but I tell you." Then she smiled arrogantly.
Jenny's love was like sunshine in the cold wind, awkward and reluctant. She had a child once, and she vowed to give birth to him Come down, but she has a miscarriage, which is the only time in the film Jenny sheds tears of grief, in the hospital, in front of Mrs. Kruger. She wants to give a child love, give him childhood. Stay away from harm, stay away from death. But she is Jenny, she doesn't have that kind of fate, behind her unbearable fate is her persistence, she doesn't want to live so she has to endure more pain. She flushes her talent down the toilet. She should have a better future but she doesn't care, Everyone is using her, selfishly using her talent, her trust. It's better to be more decisive, more depraved. But she's not a prisoner, she's not a murderer, she's just a girl, and a genius. She Shouldn't be so mundane.
Mrs. Kruger is a mysterious existence, trembling, with no emotion on her face like dead wood and bark. But who would have thought that she was such an old lady who stood for her lover for 30 years. The end of Nazism The life of the girl she loves, so she regrets it for the rest of her life. When she is old, she returns to the prison she used to know, next to the piano she hugged with her lover. Meeting Jenny is indeed the strongest fragrance in her life. The blue pupil always reminds you of her The tenacious existence has a strong aura before it approaches. It is much easier to tame a fierce horse than to deal with a shrew. Mrs. Kruger subdued Jenny with the same arrogant dignity, so that she had to practice Beethoven obediently, Bach, Schumann...Everything is hidden under the brief peace. Mrs. Kruger signed up for Jenny in the German Youth Piano Performance Competition. Jenny, as expected, went all the way to the final. Really killed people... Jenny, who was terrified and deeply felt guilty, hid her face and lost her voice...
The last and last are the four minutes in the legend, the four minutes of the finals in exchange for the dignity and honor of Mrs. Kruger's life, The four minutes of Jenny's nirvana. The camera jumps quickly, an eye-catching beam of light, Jenny's snow-white skin, slender hands... slapping everything that can be slapped, venting her anger, her sadness... I
like it so much Jenny's last bow, that smile, to all the falsehood, all the selfishness, all the stupidity of this world, raised the middle finger.
IT'S CALLD REBORN
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