Because it was a weekend, the cold weather in March in the UK was still uncomfortable. An old church with a history of more than 1,700 years, in the dim British sunshine, you can imagine how it felt at that time. That's right, crossing, crossing time and space.
Precisely because it was Friday, in addition to 3 old English gentlemen and ladies and 2 middle-aged men and women, they were the parents of choir girls, plus 3 female high school students who would continue to come to the UK in the future, one pair of middle-aged men and women. year couple. Including me and my friends, the entire cathedral and the clergy, except for the children in the choir, do not exceed 20 people. Inside such a huge empty church. Walking through the long nave, all the pictures and feelings you have seen in historical and religious movies are embodied in this nave and appear in your heart one by one. When I was in Europe, I read a 1980 National Geographic at a friend's house. The clergy, or ascetic monks, monks, dressed in black robes, ate the simplest things, and lived in temples carved out of caves. in. Defending their faith in the most devout way, of course the world 28 years ago is very different from today's world, but the dedication of those clergymen 28 years ago moved me. The nave of St. Alban's Cathedral, empty, with unclear natural light, people enter it, there is a feeling of oppression, oneself is infinitely reduced, the frescoes painted by priests in the thirteenth century to avoid the Reformation on the stone pillars, altar. Empty silence, the sound of a person's breathing and footsteps. Where do you think you are at this moment, and who are you?
I hadn't moved to the choir behind the atrium, the light in the church was not enough, and with the shadowy candlelight, just as I was walking through the darkest place, I was suddenly struck by the church organ (the kind of vampire movie). High decibels hold up. Really, I don't exaggerate how I feel, when you walk through the darkest places in an empty cathedral with no one in front and back, with a bit of awe for religion, you are suddenly struck by the terrifying organ. The sound was frightening! how do you feel. Yes, fear. Walking quickly, I remembered the singing of the choir girl, and my fear was swept away. If I were to use Japanese comics to express my mood at the moment, it would definitely be the softening of the highlights, the smile of my satisfied beckoning cat, the blooming flowers, and the little angels flying around my head. The first 1 pound of money on the wishing board is dedicated to God by lighting a candle with warm candlelight, and writing my wish on the pink note paper on the wishing board made my heart feel a lot more at ease.
I admit that I am a person without any religious beliefs. My understanding of religion comes from books, friends, and film and television works. I never think that belief is very far away from me. I don't know enough about me, I don't know enough about me, and I never make any judgments easily. As for the religions in the world (I only refer to the recognized religions, not the cults), I observe and speculate from the standpoint of a bystander with a curious and respectful attitude.
The religion of medieval Europe, that cruel, that bloody. Medieval religious fanaticism is reproduced in The Mist. This is the most important reason why I admire The Mist. Regarding religion, the director's and novelist's grasp of religion makes me have to shout that their perception of the world, especially religion, fits my feelings so well. If you want to be soberly aware of the cruelty of human nature, look at the religious history of the Middle Ages in Europe. Humans' fear of the unknown has evolved into their worship of God and expecting God's protection. When it comes to self-interest, especially the fear of life and death, it is especially easy to be deceived by religious extremists. The fraternity, equality, etc. propagandized by the doctrines are extremely ignored when they sacrifice human beings for self-protection, which is completely empty talk. At this time, the most fundamental aspect of human nature - selfishness is exposed.
Regarding the ending, the first time I watched it, I didn't have any other thoughts about this ending, except that it was inexplicable. I even wanted to shout a bad movie like some comrades without brains. Those of us who have been abused by Hollywood commercial films for a long time feel that this There is still a big gap between the ending and the happy ending of the standard model. We, who have been modeled, hope to see that those who escape are those who escape and ascend to heaven and have a happy ending. The shock and confusion about the ending that must happen in real life have risen to the point of incompetent abuse and accusation against the director and screenwriter (this accusation depends on personal cultivation). I want to know, what is the ending you're asking for, people who are chanting that the ending is a bad movie? How can you not admit that such an ending, which seems cruel, is the most reasonable solution under the circumstances. You thought, just as the shots were fired, the army rushed out, and the ending, perfect, perfect. Wouldn't this ending be a bad movie? You also know that you are watching a movie. If you like happy endings, just choose commercial films, they are all happy endings. As for those who don't understand it and doubt the IQ of the director and screenwriter, the movie is just a pastime for you. Don't use your own level to maliciously attack and insult people who like this movie.
Religion exists for a reason. One day human beings exist, it will occupy the space of the human spiritual world. I can only respect the heaven and the earth, and the ghosts and gods.
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