I usually watch something before going to bed, either a novel or a movie. I watched The Shape of Water last night.
Before I saw the whole movie, I already knew the content. I also read some movie reviews online, basically saying that it doesn't deserve the Oscar for Best Picture, so I don't have high expectations for the movie.
After watching it, I don't think it's as good-looking, and it's not as ugly as the ones posted on the Internet: this is a movie that expresses more emotions than plots.
Do we still have the right to love and be loved if we happen to be on the fringes of society? To be respected and cherished?
In the context of a movie setting, if you're not mainstream, you're not worthy. So the dumb heroine, her black friends and gay roommates are not worthy of being loved or respected, they can only be the bottom of the society who are spurned by others.
This is especially true of the monster murloc, who can only be kept in a laboratory, tame him with electric batons and chains, and use him to research and manufacture weapons against the Soviet Union.
Until the heroine found him, the two social freaks found each other, so they hugged to find warmth (also vaguely mentioned two people having sex), they were complete in each other's eyes, without the flaws in the eyes of the world.
The movie ended in a beautiful scene, the fish and the heroine embraced and kissed in the water. Then I fell into a drowsy sleep.
In my dream I saw a bunch of old theater guys (like the one in the movie) who wanted chickens for their libido after rehearsals. An old man A said, I know one, the price is not expensive, about 20 dollars. Then they go together. At the gate of the kiln, I saw a prostitute having sex with a young man. They were standing outside the door and waited. Then the prostitute said that the older ones would be troublesome to serve and cost 30 knives. Then the old men were a little nervous, not only because of the high fees, but also because they were worried that the prostitutes would say that they did not behave well. One of the old men, after finishing, the prostitute said to him, 20 knives. He secretly rejoiced, thinking that this should mean that I'm okay. The prostitute finished her work, smoking a cigarette and planning to pack up. Suddenly someone said that he knew a tauren and wanted to find someone to have sex with. Because he grew a cow's head, he didn't dare to go out and no one accepted him. He said he was willing to pay a high price and asked the prostitute if they would. Sitting on the threshold, smoking a cigarette, she replied, "I'll think about it."
Then i woke up. I think of the group of people in my dream, the old man, the prostitute, and the tauren. They are also marginal people, their desires are not recognized, and their identities are not respected. You can only hide in a dark corner, in a dark kiln, where everyone is excluded.
I think this is what The Shape of Water is trying to convey as I understand it. If I were a weirdo, would I still be accepted, respected, and loved?
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