I love the hints in the movie. It's not to play with mysteries and skills, just as a sub-line to link several clues together quietly. For example, the old-fashioned atmosphere of 1935, the dullness that only appears in memories, is worn away by the halo of the freshness of reality. The sound of the typewriter, as a reminder of Briony's subjective perspective, is also a rhythm that drives the plot, and it is an overtone that distances itself from reality.
Briony wasn't really atonement. The 13-year-old was repeatedly stressed that even in the face-to-face scene between the three of her own illusion, "young and ignorant" was still vaguely arranged by her in Robbie's rant. She was looking for an excuse for herself, the jealousy she couldn't vent when she was a girl, the rejection when she didn't understand sex, and the selfishness that ran through her life. She needs a way to balance.
There are a few small inversions at the beginning of the film. Briony saw a few scenes of Robbie and Cee, from her surprise back to the truth. In this dreamlike manor, 13-year-old Briony can only rely on his own imagination to fill the boredom of life. Sadly, there is a lack of kindness in this imagination. In the eyes of adults, her quiet testimony is a kind of bravery, and it is a curse and slander for what is not available.
Even she could not have imagined that the nodding that bit her lip that night ruined the fate of two people, and also ruined the holy and precious thing in her heart.
I think the later part of Robbie in the war was not just the paranoid love that the British had for World War II. The cruelty of war is not only in the blood and blood, and the destruction of the country and the family. In that long shot, there is no real cruel scene, but a group of soldiers who do not know how their fate will come tomorrow. This kind of temporary peace, without you, life and death, without generosity, "people" shrink into such a small unit, everything can only be handed over to fate, and one's own value no longer has any meaning, there is no choice, no resistance, no retreat, no turning back.
In fact, whether Robbie, Cee, or even Briony, how they were thrown into the orbit of life later, in their memory, the time is forever fixed in the summer of 1935, which seemed to be nothing at the time. The turning point of the beam of destiny, the cracking sound of the beam of destiny, is more and more thrilling at every midnight dream.
Robbie's thoughts of Cee are his only spiritual support, and he has become more and more aware that he is heading towards an end without an end. Under the kiss of the hero and heroine on the big screen, he had to bury his face in his hands. When he thought he was numb to the cruelty of the outside world, a little warmth would break the pillars in his body.
It's impossible to tell whether it's true or false, fantasy or reality. The group of schoolgirl corpses he saw in the woods, or maybe it was just an illusion - but what was the difference? What's the difference between bearing some cruelty and bearing others? Before he died, he saw his mother scalding his feet with warm water. Such a strong halo mirror illuminated everything as gentle and sweet as a childhood dream.
Some of this, Briony probably doesn't really know. The atonement she arranged for herself was nothing more than a bit of neglect and ridicule in the warm room of the two. Perhaps in her eyes, this frankness was the limit. At the age of 18, she still hadn't really been in love. The vague love for Robbie, the girlish attachment and possession, made her think that this was already a kind of fulfillment and greatness, and it was her love that sacrificed herself. She couldn't understand the suffering of others, let alone her vicious imagination.
Speaking of which, it could only be the fault of fate. Cee couldn't help but choose such a sister, couldn't choose to fall in love with Robbie. Their love may not be really great, because they have experienced misunderstanding, separation and waiting, and they have been in trouble. They have unintentionally become the victims of others' selfishness, and in such a fierce era, they can't grasp their own external forces even if they rush to the left and right, and they can only exchange a little bit of disappointment and regret after spending a lifetime.
How to calculate it? Is the selfishness of others part of one's own destiny? In this huge vortex, how much of the initiative can be grasped by oneself? So much perseverance and struggle, in the end, it only comes from the minds of others who are temporarily fascinated? To complain, or to accept? Or before knowing everything, like Cee, being swallowed up by the torrent from nowhere, and keeping a little peace?
In fact, there are many such stories around. It was only condensed in such 2 hours that it made people feel dejected.
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