I don't know how to evaluate this film, but in the end, several key images in the film have no clear direction, and it is inevitable that they will be empty. But at the same time, I saw a possibility of personalization from the film. Although I don't know Ou Rong well enough to say how this personalization is possible, fortunately I have no intention of trying to interpret the film here, but rather to write personally.
As I said in the short review, I would have liked this movie very much even four years ago, even if it was only a year ago. At that time, I was emotionally unstable, liked to indulge in unreasonable sadness, and would walk alone in the cold night in the south. The white mist rose from nowhere, and a trace of it seeped into the clothes. Same as in the movie, there were a lot of interesting memories during those few months, the difference was that no one died.
Death, which seems to be the most important topic in the movie, unfortunately, there is no further in-depth discussion other than tomb. It seems that death here is nothing more than an irreversible farewell to a 16-year-old who needs an unknown ritual to make it complete. After that, he started a new life with this permanent pain that he could never be the same as before.
In high school, I liked to sit on the edge of a small pool in the school, looking at the same black water in the dark, as if there was a bottomless world underneath. The security guard at the school would think I was going to commit suicide and give me some sincere advice, maybe they just didn't want me to die on the day he was on duty. At that time, this was the closest I got to death, it was sleeping deeply in the little corner of the bottomless world, and I didn't even know it was the last guest that everyone had to face.
I can't go back to those emotions, like I can't really get into the summer of '85, and I can't understand that the 18-year-old boy got so enigmatically bored and then died a bloody death. However, I know it doesn't matter. The important thing is that these painful youths will come to an end, some people will start over with a certain opportunity, while some people will repeat the story that was told over and over again, and they will be caught again when they are about to escape.
You know, I'm really starting to miss, again, at night.
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