I still remember the scorching summer of 2003, when the cat was in the hut watching this "Phantom Light" (1995). What lingered on was the woman's paradoxical standing still.
I have always wondered how Hirokazu-eda managed the rhythm of the film, and how to construct the vision, corners and standing images.
I am often amazed at his delicacy and casualness. The right dialogue makes life itself exude its original meaning, which is extremely rare in itself. And the ubiquitous randomness seems to have a glimpse of his sophistication, which is often indescribable. This kind of wonderful modern image, not only in Japan, but also in the international film circle, is also a must.
Everything happens unexpectedly. It seems that whatever is supposed to happen will happen. The slightest touch is, after all, the vague and fragile heart of a person. When we are still awake, the flowing steps will never tell us what will happen in the next moment, like a reflection in the water, at most it will be gone after a shake.
Miya still couldn't figure out: her husband was living well, why did he fall on the rails after a single thought.
That morning, the couple came out flirting, and Miya kept watching Ji Yangtou and didn't go back to work. In the evening, I received news that my husband had an accident. Not even a suicide note was left.
The only one pushed to her is a 3-month-old baby. There was none of our usual cries, not even a little sob and sobs. Can't figure it out. The life that seems to be as flat as a mirror moves forward "tick tock" according to the direction of the hour hand.
When the child was two years old, Mia took him to marry Kanazawa by the sea. This in itself means an escape from the past. But Mia didn't tell us why she married into this fishermen's town. The remarried husband, Jian, took his daughter from his ex-wife to pick up her mother and son at the station.
Along the rugged and steep mountain road by the sea, Mia is about to start her new life. Four people who were originally unrelated were brought together by fate. Of course, there is also a father who needs to take care of Jian.
No hustle and bustle. Life by the sea is always peaceful. Mia seemed to have forgotten everything. She felt more satisfied than ever. She will take the initiative to pester Jian to have sex, and her naughty appearance makes Jian both moisturizing and satisfying. Seeing her son get used to the life here and grow up day by day, she has nothing to let go.
In small towns, dogs can roam around for food, and people are peaceful and content. Inside and outside the house, there was always quiet laughter.
Half a year later, Mia took her son back to Osaka to visit relatives. Things are right and wrong, the home where I once lived, and the street where I once stopped to watch my husband go away. This evoked her unsuccessful thoughts and unspeakable blocked emotions. But she must return to her new home by the sea.
Since this trip, she has never laughed again, as if she has nothing in sight. She only had wall-faced contemplation, only endless obstruction. She couldn't unclog her heart.
Jian asks what happened to her. She said nothing casually. Jian thought she didn't love him anymore, so he drank and bowed his head silently before going to bed. Silence is like a wall across this new home.
She finally left. She wanted to escape her colic heart. But she didn't get in the car. She came to the beach and walked to the end of the approach bridge. Facing the vast sea, she has been standing. The vista is expansive. He came to find her by car. The sea breeze ruffled their hair. She turned her head and suddenly asked Jian, "I've never been able to figure out why he died..."
Jian said calmly, "I heard my father say that once he went out to fish and saw a strange light rising from the sea, which attracted him deeply. He said that he really wanted to follow the light... Yes, everyone In my lifetime, I believe that I will be tempted by this light."
His wife, who seemed enlightened, cuddled him gently. The figures of the two are getting smaller and smaller. Under the light and shadow, they are as tiny as particles on the horizon. Perhaps what appears to be waking life itself, that is, full of psychedelic light, is just unaware of it.
2014, 9, 1
From the film critic collection "Invisible Movies" (Haitian Publishing House)
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