About two or three years ago, I took "The Sea" for lunch one day, but I didn't finish it because of its slow rhythm. The fragmentary memory stopped when the protagonist Lee scolded the landlord and tenant, which was out of tune with his own life, and there was no place to live in the big world. He's a street rat to be avoided and a nuisance to be scowled at. Going to work, shoveling snow, and falling asleep, the cold weather is no more repulsive than the expression. When a person has no reason to survive, where does he come from to be kind and gentle to others?
It is a movie suitable for watching in a quilt at night, wrapped in the loneliness and silence of the night, and wrapped tightly in the quilt in the delicate sadness and the shortcomings of life. If you use color to compare the impression of this movie, it is probably the ice blue of the sea and the sky, the fruit gray of the ward, and the frosty white of the winter snow.
Whenever I face the pain of others, I can always comfort and say "the sun will rise tomorrow", but when I face the journey without support and hope behind it, I always feel that the second of the night is like a year. Lee grabbed the pistol at the police station and aimed it at his temple, screaming and trying to pull the trigger. No one can tell whether this snatched pistol was at the wrong or right time, and it may be the abyss of endless pain or the future of melting ice and snow, no one knows.
"I can't beat it. I can't beat it. "Not everyone can reconcile with the past, not even, not everyone can reconcile with themselves - my life was like a tangle, I worked hard To find the endpoint of liberation, but only learned to give up in the overturned failure.
When my life couldn't go on, I stripped my consciousness away. People called my name and I listened to the words and acted without feeling like I existed. Then in the occasional collapse of failure to suppress, to seek blood and pain, to seek self-harm. If pain can alleviate my fault, if blood can vent my pain, then this is probably the only way I can save myself. The same kind of people understand each other, but they are mutually exclusive. The introverted and silent people are lonely and independent, exuding the atmosphere of a storm coming, while the crowd has always longed for light and heat - even if the light seems to be false. If it wasn't from Lee's perspective, who could see his gentleness and restraint, trying to be kind to everyone who left in his life except for himself. People generally lack detailed patience and empathy and are attracted by superficial cheerfulness. Except for a few relatives and friends who care about Lee, most people harbor ill will towards his existence. If so, to survive, he probably really can only leave.
Leaving Manchester and proceeding with a new calm. No matter the ordinary and stable or the twists and turns, the days always go on.
Until the end, Lee may not have been redeemed, nor self-forgiveness, which is the face of life's imperfections, still moving forward step by step. It snowed in Manchester, and the regrets of the past are still regrets, but at least Lee can finally show a smile in the bumpy wind and waves.
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