— "The flies fell into the milk, black and white. I know everything except myself."
After watching this movie in the early morning, the last day of the movie woke up, and the hero and heroine ran in the overwhelming green morning, shouting hoarsely. When I looked up, the sky was getting brighter here.
The same goes for the movie itself, as if it had been a long, long dark night. From start to finish, it's depressing, depressing, depressing. At the beginning of the movie, the teenager picks up a gun and shoots himself in the middle of the boundless ruins. There is nowhere to escape the anxiety and dull despair that fills the person's surroundings like air, and it is even difficult to breathe.
As I write this, it is at this very moment that my parents are arguing hysterically in the living room, cursing while my name keeps popping up. I watched the movie at a certain station. I remembered that when the male protagonist's father beat the male protagonist, there would always be a bunch of bullets floating through the screen. Are Japanese parents so perverted? Or Chinese parents. some type of. I think everyone lives too happily, or is too insensitive to pain, too numb to other people's lives, no matter where the parents are, no matter what time, no matter what era, there will always be this.
Because I take a lot of depression drugs and stay up late for a long time, it is difficult to write any logical words. I wanted to write a film review on a whim. My first film review, I found that I couldn't write it at all. My brain was like a pile of toilet paper that was soaked in water and smashed with chopsticks, and I only had a very unspecific and very illogical feeling.
But I think whether it is movies, writing or painting, the creators must have hidden their hearts in it, coded it in like a code, waiting for someone who can understand the code to understand it, this is looking for friends a process. The password is not a bunch of analysis of the movie, it is not too rational to find faults and shortcomings, not to judge its pictures, lines, and soundtracks one by one. Why so programmatic? Isn't the ultimate emotion conveyed by a work of art?
For works, never use "understanding", but "feel". There is no complete understanding, and no one really understands what other people think. What matters is not the feeling of inner emotion, but the feeling that is conveyed. The creation of a work of art is only a starting point, and the audience's feelings are its end, and the whole creation can be completed. I've always thought so.
So I said, I felt it. If only a little bit, I felt the disappointment of the gap between hope and comparison. Disappointed that my life is not hard enough, as if I don't even have the qualifications to express my poor life, compared to the life of the hero and heroine. I even envy the male protagonist's life. His repression has found an outlet, his suffering has found a reason, and his loneliness has found an understanding, but what about me? Where does my pain come from, and what right am I to suffer? I have hands and feet, what qualifications do my parents have to suffer? I can't find a reason, if the hero and heroine are the persecution of the outer life, then I am the innate pain of the inner soul.
The only regret is that the suffering in the movie is too hard, but it is distorted. People look at works of art not to experience other people's lives, but to find their own lives, I think so. It's like listening to a love song and being moved not because of other people's stories, but because of yourself.
Reading novels can see the soul of the author, but watching movies, movies are co-created by many people, the original work, screenwriter, director, actors, editing, etc., there are too many mixed ideas, and there is too little room for the receiver to play. That's why I rarely watch movies. Passively accepting other people's thoughts has a kind of offended anger.
Wouldn't it be better if the film ended at the moment when the heroine turned her back to the camera and faced the lake where the hero committed suicide. Because in life, the long night of life seems to have no time for dawn.
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