The home you thought was warm and comfortable, there were lines under the invisible wallpaper, until a dark room, in front of various complicated machines, sat another silent audience, quietly digesting your day Late "show".
This expressionless, taciturn, methodical audience rarely interferes with the listener's actions. "You can't startle the snake," this was the tacit understanding between him and his superiors in the National Security Bureau. However, he really works for his beliefs instead of self-interest. In the face of the persecution of brave and sincere artists and the unscrupulous manipulation of authorities, the balance in his heart is constantly tilting.
On the one hand, he has maintained his belief in the party for many years and his work with status and status, on the other hand, he yearns for the rich life of these two artists through in-depth observation. His quiet and harsh interrogation at the beginning of the film, and his active and meticulous surveillance, were ultimately defeated by the two lines of clear tears left when listening to Delman's "Sonata for a Good Man" dedicated to the suicide director Jascarna. .
"...At least, the person who really listens carefully, will it be the bad guy?"
His surveillance activity has since turned into a guardian action. If it is said that ignorant people are happy, then who can understand how much misfortune and risk a person who knows everything needs to take? He knew everything, but he risked everything for this secret protection. He turned into a nameless audience in the real world, dissuades and rescued the artists that the two organizations demanded supervision and persecution, but in the end he could only hug Chris' dying body, trying in vain to explain all this to her, and then he was powerless. She backed away, watching Dlayman pick her up, heartbroken together.
Maybe after watching "The Dedication of Suspect X", you will feel that this kind of behavior is somewhat similar, and it is also selfless love, but I think that the professor's outrageous behavior is not worthy of being called love. Although they are all selfless, one is to erase evidence with sin, and the other is to fight against the system cautiously and save the souls of Dryman and Chris. In my eyes, this lonely audience is as great as Schindler.
He was demoted to the bottom and worked as a lowly clerk for four years. His daily job was to repeatedly open letters in the dark basement. When the Berlin Wall separating East and West Germany fell, it was his still expressionless face, reflected in the noisy hilarity in the earphones. There is no joy and excitement in the eyes of others, that expression is not so much relief, but shock and helplessness.
The cause that has been guarded for so long before is really just futile and wrong... It only takes... four years, does it really only take four years? If Chris and the others were arrested even if they were arrested then, they would not have had this tragedy of separation between heaven and human beings... Is that right? I don't know if he will carry such self-blame and regret in his heart at this time. I just saw him stand up dumbly, and the other overwhelmed clerks also put down their monitoring work and walked out of the door with him. The greatest tragedy in life may be as revealed at the end of "Mist", where the corner is hope, but it stops in the fog.
In post-reform Germany, everything is so different from before, so different that even artists have become less cynical and radical in a comfortable and relaxed political environment. Freed from the strict surveillance and restrictions of public opinion, Dlayman, who had been surveilled, even got his surveillance records piled up like a hill, and it was only at this time that he discovered this invisible friend. Without his previous career, and unlike the author's prominent reputation, this lonely messenger who traveled to and from the slums for four years left only a slightly hunchback back and an indistinct face as he drifted away.
However, it is a "Sonata for Good People". The cipher-like title really attracted Wesler, who was passing by, and the inscription was a code name that he had been familiar with for many years. The clerk asked him if he wanted to give away the book when he bought it. "This is for me." His eyes were very clear.
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