"The Reader" is good-looking, not because it is a love movie, but because it uses a staggered love to bring us too much thinking beyond love.
When the boy met Hanna, he gave her the most obsessive love in his life.
Youthful, attached, pure, scorching hot, endless desire, beauty in the sun... He watched her swimming in the sun, the lake water soaked her clothes, her body was covered with golden nude makeup, She is as beautiful as nature, he wrote poems for her, and he sang for the unwavering and unwavering love he had never experienced before. It was her who made him, who grew up in a cold family, richer and more fulfilling.
Don't be afraid,
I'm not afraid of anything, the
more painful it is, the more I like it.
Danger can only make me more afraid, it
can make love sublime and
bring love to love.
I am your only angel. When you
leave the world, it will be better than entering this world.
Heaven will bring you back.
I look at you and say:
There is only one thing that can make the soul whole, and
that is love.
Everything came to an abrupt end in the afternoon when Hanna suddenly left, like a roller coaster that suddenly lost its centripetal force at a high altitude.
Melancholy and disappointment after orgasm.
There is no woman who can surpass Hanna again, and it is not necessarily that they do not have Hanna's beauty, but the eyes in the young man's heart, never diverting his gaze, with poetic warmth, to outline the undulating curve, touch the plump Flesh.
There are many people who say that there is no need to make this film an R rating, but I think it must be.
Trying to start from Michael's point of view, what he can't forget the most is Hanna's body like in the oil painting, their loveless sex, and the pure love in the bright spring.
As much stimulation as those pictures give to a child who has just tasted human affairs, it should give us as much in the movie.
If it weren't for the reunion in court eight years later, maybe it was just a beautiful secret.
When the boy grows up, he becomes extraordinarily unique because of this secret. Unlike those boys who are eagerly waiting to find a girl to experience the forbidden fruit and want to pass adolescence quickly, he has maturity beyond his age and brings With a little mystery.
Maybe he can bury this secret for a lifetime, maybe he can always keep Hanna as his favorite, maybe he can always take that bright summer as a kind of happy consolation.
But the truth was so cruel, eight years later he learned that Hanna, the goddess, was the Nazi guard who killed 300 lives.
In court, Hanna innocently and ignorantly said "Yes."
She killed 300 people 20 years ago and the heart of a teenager 20 years later.
This secret could not be beautiful in the young man's heart. When he knew that she treated the children in the concentration camp and the way she treated him was read aloud to her, he shuddered, and the panic in his heart overturned all the remaining beautiful thoughts. An admirably beautiful summer picture, only stink and pitch black after being splashed with ink.
That night, Michael found a girl of the same class who liked him to have sex. In fact, from that moment on, he was the same as everyone.
Love is still there, but the lover is dead.
This is a tragedy of the times. The 21-year-old difference between them is a chasm of the times that cannot be filled, a generation that was brainwashed by the Nazis and lacked human understanding, and a generation that reflected on the Nazis’ overcompensation for humanity. People of one political party, or people of two religious beliefs are far more different.
Hanna didn't know the meaning of her actions until she died, and she couldn't understand it either.
The time she really fell in love with Michael was only in prison, because he was her only hope and dependence, and he could make her feel that she was still needed and had meaning in life.
It was only then that Michael didn't love her anymore, or, in other words, couldn't love her.
Does Hanna really understand love? This may all be an issue.
Her personality was incomplete from the beginning. She was inferior and self-respecting, unable to identify with her true self, but believed in a self that was higher than her ideology. (She had sex with a teenager, but when she heard the paragraph describing sex, she told the teenager that you should be ashamed.) She never needed him, and she heard Michael and her saying, "I can't live without you." Still in a In the afternoon, she brushed the milk bottle and packed her luggage safely and left indifferently. The order of indifference she maintained in her heart was not for others, nor for herself, but for her self that was higher than her ideology. This is the sadness of that era.
Love often grows wildly on the road full of thorns, which is basically the routine of all great and touching romance films.
But when love is suspended in the history of the fault, what else can you sense besides the love that can no longer be touched?
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