Maybe I have not experienced the disasters described in mythology. I have never experienced a situation where there is nothing but hope. I can't imagine how they survived until I read the book "Diving Bell and Butterfly" based on a book written by real people. "This movie, I began to truly admire the power of hope.
It turned out that Jean, the editor-in-chief of elle magazine, suddenly suffered from a vascular disease called atresia syndrome. He lost consciousness all over his body, couldn't move, couldn't speak, and the only thing that could move was his left eye. The image of the diving bell that appears repeatedly in the film is the best description of the situation: through the window in front of you, you are completely clear about what is happening outside, but you can’t do anything, you can only watch quietly, the slightest There is no way.
The first half of the film was shot from Jean's perspective, intermittent, fragmented, and unclear. As an audience, I will feel the discomfort, incomprehension, and despair of being unable to accept the facts together with him. The shaking, swaying, and blurring of the lens represent Jean's eyes. He can see people and things around him, but he can't express his own thoughts. Thinking about how big a gap and despair this has brought to the once famous, now he can't even express a person's basic needs, "I am like a baby and can't do anything." He could see both eyes when he just awoke, and the doctor decided to sew his right eye for his treatment. Let keep resisting in his heart, but weakly, he had to let the doctor sew up. In the picture, the doctor explained to Rang endlessly, while stitching up Rang's right eye with stitches. The audience's perspective is Jean's right eye, looking completely at the gradually closing eyes, gradually approaching darkness. Helpless and desperate, empathized by the audience.
It is basically difficult for patients with this disease to cure, but there is almost never abandonment around Rang. Doctors, nurses, family members, and friends are all telling him: You can be cured, but you still have hope. The doctor has been working hard to treat, and relatives and friends have been encouraging, especially a nurse who did his best to help him express himself. Because only the left eye can move the whole body, it can only be expressed by blinking "yes" and blinking "no" twice. She read the alphabet from beginning to end, he blinked at the letter he wanted to say, and when she read the second letter from the beginning, he chose again, knowing that a word was finished, he blinked twice to confirm. He, of course, would feel desperate. After meeting the old man again, the first word he spelled out was "I want to die", and that was just thinking about it, because he didn't even have the freedom to die. He has to continue to live.
He decided to complete his previous contract with a publishing house-to write a book. He started blinking frequently and "speaking" what he saw, heard, thought, and imagined~~ Just as he said: imagination and memory are his only abilities. It is this that makes his mind like a butterfly breaking through the cocoon, able to escape from the bound body, to fly, to find freedom.
I just remember that in the continuous sound of the female voice reading the letters, he would never be able to "read" his own words, and the corners of my eyes could no longer keep dry.
"Behind the curtain is a boundless place. I always look at it to see if it’s morning. I’m still so clumsy. My head hurts. I don’t feel the whole body. I just imagined that I was doing something that I didn’t move. Exercise and feel very lonely. At the
beginning, Mary Hospital was for children with polio. In the large corridor of the hospital, I met singer Jenny, the wife of Napoleon I. I remembered where they lived. , What should we do? A fertile land, a school, that place I heard that there were many Russians before. This is my story. Napoleon’s love for his wife, so close, it seems to be felt in the air Here, there are only elderly people here today, and vegetative people like me have no communication with the outside world at all.
I often go to the rooftop and watch the endless ocean. The scenery there is political, like watching a movie. There is a village at the foot of the mountain. I still remember the past, there are four trams to Paris. When my mother tells me stories, I think of many people. But what I like is the light of the lighthouse, which shines at night, emitting red and white light. I slept in the swamp under this light, and I also saw some patients waiting for their destiny. "
I was thinking, if I have nothing but hope. Then I am lucky. Even if there is only hope, it is enough.
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