Feng's film, a disturbing one. I remember watching the raw meat at the time, there were no subtitles, and I could only understand a few simple lines of dialogue, but it still shocked me. The film is full of bloody pain, shadow, and pleasure from start to finish. In an almost morbid narrative, there is no comfort in the slightest; distorted emotions are despairing in the shaking shots, and a force drawn from the inner world draws you into the hero and heroine. In the midst of cruel emotional entanglements... Like Feng's previous films, this film has no smooth storyline, no attention to ordinary life, and only marginal alienation. "The opening of the film is very dreamy. The hero and heroine are making love. In the soothing and beautiful shots, they are as sacred and solemn as heaven and earth. No one except God knows that this is the source of sin. Goose feathers and snow are floating outside the house. Their children She climbed to the window and reached out to touch the first coldness of life. With curiosity and joy, she fell down. At this time, she was immersed in the upcoming climax, unable to extricate herself, and watched everything being washed away by time... ..." Then in the uncontrollable grief, the heroine psychologically forcibly tied "sex" and "sin" together. She is convinced that her son's death was due to her sensual pleasures, even though there may be no essential connection between the two. But the wounds caused by the incident were enough to destroy rational restraint. In the shaky emotional world, she hysterically pushed her pain to the brink of despair. A few scenes with religious metaphors, in addition to the pleasure of a little self-abuse, see people's inability to do anything about their own pain, and the violence mixed in them is disturbing. Not only did they not get released, but they turned into some kind of spiritual torture.
The characters in Feng's stories always have inherent shadows and imperfections. With the narration of the film, once there is a cut, the sensitive areas of the characters are presented in a confused and arrogant way, and they are tortured madly. Self-control, seeking relief with a spree of pain. In this strong emotional rendering, I saw a distorted reality: in this somewhat absurd world, each of us bears the original sin of fear, and we can never find a balance.
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