Free not free

Madilyn 2022-01-18 08:02:30

Starting from death, flashback to the story of a wandering woman, similar to the frame of "Matsuko's Tragic Life", but with different feelings.

It took a long time to identify her age. If it were a middle-aged woman, I would be relieved. This is also the director's cleverness. Seeing how the Girl Over Flowers dies in embarrassment, he will have his appetite from the beginning.
She gave the wandering the name of freedom, and indulgence has been modified to look much better, but a few words of the shepherd have already said everything. The road to freedom that she thinks is actually leading to the abyss of death. She was lucky. Everyone she met on the road gave her a way to survive, but she bid farewell one by one and squandered all hope.
The shepherd has a past similar to hers. He understands that freedom is another kind of shackles. Freedom gives people greater loneliness. He pityed her in his heart. She was like his past, and he worked hard to hope that others would do it for himself. All of this provides her with cultivated land, builds a place for her, and gives her warmth and love. Unfortunately, the girl's temperament has been achieved. She is like a thrown ball. She has set a route and rushes to death without hesitation.
Mona is a mirror. She walks and stops insinuating the desire and selfishness in everyone's heart. You want sex. She is a young and indulgent body. You want warmth. She is a person to accompany, but she can't give love. . The maid with horrified eyes saw two stray men and women huddled together to sleep, she trembled with envy, and mumbled to herself that it was love. At the end of the song, the male tramp was beaten and left, Mona was not at all sad, the love engraved in her mind by others was just an illusion.
How many of our lives are real and how many are illusions, and how many times have we rushed towards the beautiful illusions.

The only tear that Mona shed was being driven away by the grape-cutting person. The kindness of the female professor was totally rejected. She would rather cut the grape-branches until her hands were filled with blisters, but she was satisfied with a smile, which may be the instinctive dependence of the opposite sex, or the equality of similar people. Communication, it may also be that she is really tired, anyway, this is her closest chance to survive, but unfortunately, the prejudice of the world has appeared without surprise. The red scarf is the hope of life. While she angrily discarded it, she also threw herself into the eternal darkness.

The technician hopes that her relatives will die early for the separation of the family. The car wash man sleeps in Mona and then scolds her for being mean. Mona's death is shared by all these people.

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  • Lucie 2022-04-21 09:03:10

    2012.6.16 I really like the director's changeable approach, interweaving the wandering process with face-to-face listening and audience monologue, expressing people's views on wandering girls. The starring's wonderful acting skills and close-ups make the image of this stubborn, longing for freedom, pure and lone angel full and unforgettable. The soundtrack is also good.

  • Kaci 2022-04-19 09:02:44

    He is weak, but he is above freedom, and sometimes he imagines that this absolute fate will happen to him, or, in many cases, he imagines that if he can choose this absolute fate, he doesn't have to care about anything, and he doesn't have to care about anything. In fact, where is such a journey in self-imposed exile? Obviously a triumph. Maybe I've put a lot of recent feelings on this character, maybe she's going further than I thought, that's out of my reach, there's some kind of fervent hope there. Now, even if it’s a flashback, even if I know that I don’t have such a clone, I still fantasize about it over and over again, where is the end of the world? Don't lie to yourself anymore, lie to yourself again, the end of the world is here.

Vagabond quotes

  • la platonologne Mme Landier: Why did you drop out?

    Mona Bergeron, sans toit ni loi: Champagne on the road's better!

  • les Bergers: She blew in like the wind. No plans, no goals... No wishes, no wants... We suggested things to her. She didn't want to do a thing. Wandering? That's withering. By proving she's useless, she helps a system she rejects. It's not wandering, it's withering.