In extreme environments, women's soft and watery character can enable them to adapt to the changes around them and survive. "Better to be broken than broken tiles" is a kind of noble and complete beauty, but who can say "would be better for broken tiles than broken pieces of jade" is a kind of incompleteness? This may be because under different circumstances, our moral reference lines are different.
When they meet, they ask each other "How many times?" with a smile on the street, just like asking each other "Have you eaten?" It's as appropriate and natural, and the shock to me cannot be overstated. What kind of toughness is it that allows you to live with a smile even after enduring physical abuse? Maybe such smiles have the belief of "fake it until you make it", they remind me of the flower bones on the cliffs, facing the cold wind, but also blooming with vitality.
The film does not describe the Soviet officer and the Berlin woman in a black-and-white manner. Looking at them, they are all innocent people under the haze of war. But the survival instinct made them approach and warm each other cautiously, and even developed a feeling similar to love and attachment, like a drowning person struggling desperately in the water, desperately grabbing a life-saving straw, thus Get a little chance of being alive.
In contrast, the men here are more vulnerable. The women exchanged their bodies for temporary safety, food and clothing, and carefully maintained a close and not tense relationship with the Soviet soldiers, but their husbands, some of them could not go to Siberia (escape), committed suicide with poison, and some went home and learned that After the truth was revealed, my heart collapsed and I had to scold my wife for being morally corrupt, but can this be demanded by the moral standards in ordinary life? Life is one's own, everyone has the right to choose to survive, and has the right to keep his life from being destroyed by the outside world. Where is the bottom line? This depends on the specific situation. For me, as long as it does not harm the interests of the country and the safety of society, it is acceptable and worthy of respect under certain circumstances.
Her friendship with the Soviet officers can be said to be This is not a love story; this is a story about love. It is love for her own life, compassion and empathy for the unfortunate fate around her during the war. The nest is overturned and the eggs are not finished, it is the tragic situation of the great compassion of human beings. But when you fully magnify this sadness and see this dark background, you can't help but feel the warmth between her and the officer, as if there is a sense of sacred purity, beyond the great sorrow of national hatred and family hatred, just two The mutual tenderness and connection between individuals made me see a little shadow of true love at a certain moment, but this might not be love, right? It's just a torture of keeping physical and spiritual loneliness in a foreign land, and a thirst for security and a desire to live together. This at least gives us a glimmer of hope, that is, people are still creatures who yearn for warmth, care and companionship. Are all disputes, wars and resistances the catharsis and pursuit of such demands?
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