I suddenly remembered this movie and recorded my mood.
How should I put it, Hong Sang Soo's film language is really fascinating. My bottom line on love ethics has been pulled between two viewpoints. On the one hand, I am truly moved by this kind of fragile but tenacious yet hurtful love, but on the other hand, I cannot escape the gravity of reality and cannot bear to be hurt and give up my original partner. On the one hand, I want to believe that love is everything, it is some kind of eternal treasure, a force that transcends time and space; but on the other hand, I calmly analyze that love is just the ups and downs of dopamine secretion, and it has no such lofty meaning. How many people actually have love? Most people don't even have their own opinions, let alone souls, let alone encountering love. Most of them are life partners who are maintained by a relationship of trust. Therefore, cheating is unacceptable as a betrayal of trust, and should be cast aside and scolded to comfort those who have been hurt. If more consideration is given to the sunk costs of women in marriage, this social and moral bond is even more needed. But we can't always use these to ask a person who has really met love, to pull a heart that sinks in tacit understanding and resonance. Although the hurt is unavoidable, because in this kind of relationship, the original spouse is always the most innocent and is let down. Therefore, for Director Hong, it may have been a better result for Director Hong to be burdened with the moral condemnation of public opinion, to pull himself in the desire to pursue love and to analyze his own hypocrisy.
But the irony is probably that this projection of reality, a poem that is truly full of director Hong Sang-soo's rich emotions and blood and tears, is the most monotonous and the least sympathetic of all his works. I seem to have seen a god who has been sober all the time, and finally gave in to the dizzying love. Because of this, he has been plucked out of his eloquence. When facing the scrutiny of the people around him, he can only put the lotus on his tongue. Become a humble: I love you.
The last is the ridicule of the good ones and the pity of the spectators. But it was only me who was moved.
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