I watched this movie yesterday, and I thought about it for a long time in my mind. I wanted to write something, but I didn’t know where to start. I wanted to put down the pen, but I always felt that something was stuck in my throat and I couldn’t spit it out.
One summer vacation ten years ago, I read that book while lying in bed. I have long forgotten the plot, I only remember that the bright summer sun can't drive away the coldness in the book, I only remember the depression from beginning to end, like groping through a cursed villa in a dark storm.
The child ten years ago could not write sentences such as "The other side of love is not hate, but the extreme of love is hate". The child ten years ago could not imagine life, but could only see the distortion and depression of a book.
Ten years later, the grown-up child remembered the intermittent plot through the movie, and the grown-up child began to try to imagine life.
Heathclif, Catherine, are they love or hate? Is it love to hate? Or just hate? They had a chance to be happy.
When he and her were about to elope, she hesitated for a moment, it was the butterfly flapping its wings, and the seeds of bitterness were planted from this. He saw her hesitation, and they couldn't leave. He still loves her, but he also blames her for giving up their entire future for her hesitation at that moment.
She heard the resentment in his words, so she resented his incomprehension, his ridicule, and his unhappiness. She got angry and threatened to marry another man, another man who gave her glory and wealth and treated her tenderly. But how could she, she loves him like life.
But he believed it, and on the night when she decided that she would rather bear the Tathagata than the Qing, he packed his bags and went to a distant place by himself. One to three years.
The day he came back was her wedding day. He knew the day she got married, but he didn't come back one day earlier to stop the wedding, didn't come back one day earlier to save their happiness, he chose to hand her a note that day "I know you betrayed me." He would rather Punish her and don't want to save her. Just because he hated her and hated her for giving up on him that year.
It's not that he didn't regret it. He said that if he knew how easy it is to destroy a person, he would have come back sooner. He didn't come back a day earlier, between falling in love and hurting, he chose the latter.
On the edge of the cliff where they met, they hugged and kissed, he saw the guilt in her eyes, she said forget me over and over, but he still rejected her because she lost her life to her husband, He could not accept her impure. At that moment, she stumbled away, and at that moment there was no retention and no turning back.
He began to pursue her husband's sister, he made her difficult, he made her and her family restless. However, she is pregnant. The moment he knew it, his heart was ashes, so that day he married the little sister who was not familiar with the world, and took her away to another country. He just wanted to marry someone casually. He didn't love his wife, not at all. He always loved her, but he hated her even more. He wanted her to feel the pain of being betrayed.
He succeeded. When she was pregnant, she knew that he married his wife and left, and she finally felt the kind of heart-piercing pain. She was blowing the cool wind in the cold night, and she didn't eat or drink. When he came back three months later, she was haggard. On a stormy night, she went alone to the cliff where they met, where she passed out while pregnant. She has no memory of her life, how can she live without him in her life? She just wanted to die in his arms.
She went, leaving behind a child; he lived, but only a twisted life, a walking dead.
Life is a butterfly effect. If she hurts him by a cent, he will hurt her by a centimeter. If he hurts her by an inch, she will hurt him by a foot. If it wasn't hurt at the beginning, if she gave a cent, he would give back a cent, if he loved her an inch, she would love him a foot, would the ending be different?
They have always had a chance to be happy. She can not hesitate when eloping, he can understand when she hesitates, she can comfort when he does not understand, he can insist when she does not comfort, and she can wait when he does not insist, He can stop her when she's not waiting, and she still has a chance to leave when he doesn't stop her. But all the time, no one gave up the hurt, until the heaven and the earth were separated. Between love and hurt, he and she both chose hurt. Is this really love? In addition to possessing, in love, there is no forbearance, no sacrifice, and no fulfillment?
Maybe hatred, maybe hurt can give people a stronger feeling than love, just as spicy can bring more pleasure to people's taste than sweet.
But that's not love, it's just twisted life.
View more about Wuthering Heights reviews
