I thought it was a comedy, but it turned out to be dark humor.
First of all, there is a side with a special little fetish in the movie. Sleep fetishes and tear fetishes have almost never confessed to the other half, and would rather cheat than talk candidly about their troubles. Reason 1 I can think of: I love myself more than the other person, and I can't let go of self-esteem; of course, it may be that they don't accept themselves, so they can't confess. Reason 2: I don't expect the other party to understand me, maybe it's my daily experience. For example, a sleeping fetish wife never gives a chance to listen.
And then there are these other halves with special hobbies. They try to understand their lover, but it is always a superficial understanding, that is, when listening to each other's troubles, they only understand the "what", but they do not have the patience to ask "why". They complain about the bizarre behavior of their lover, and even put themselves in the role of the victim (poor sleepy uncle) right from the start.
Finally, I want to mention the little guy who runs through the whole film: the grandfather who confessed that he had a history of rapists. Ostensibly, he was informing new neighbors of his background as required by law. But in fact, he is more like a symbol. Recall that every time he confessed himself, it was always so natural. I guess that's because he accepts himself, accepts that blemish in his life, and he can live with that. As a result, he became the reference point for all those with special hobbies in the film.
But does confession necessarily lead to good results? The director said, not necessarily. At the end of the film, the sleep-loving uncle left a message to his wife while racing, and he wanted to confess. However, he bumped into the old grandfather, and the life and death of both were uncertain. I guess, this may be a metaphor arranged by the director: frankness, communication, does not mean that you can get the other half's tolerance and understanding. Most likely, it is pushing myself to a dead end faster (thinking about it, I can't help but feel so pessimistic = =).
For this metaphor, the director seems to have a more subtle arrangement: when a grandfather with a history of rapists is going to take the beautiful woman with a broken car home in the middle of the night, have you speculated that he may be conspiring to do something wrong again? Anyway, I have a bad feeling in my heart. Hey, if you are like me, then you will be slapped in the face by the director too! The director seems to be laughing at us: Do you dislike the fact that the other half of the movie has a special fetish who won't listen to their partner patiently? Then how do you treat your grandfather who is so sincere and frank about yourself? Don't you wear tinted glasses to see him? ! Did you know that when we confess ourselves, the likely outcome is that we are forever "dead" in the eyes of others: you confess, you free yourself, and you give others a pair of tinted glasses that they wear when they look at you.
Writing this, I feel that I have watched this movie too sad = = In fact, I just wanted to complain at first, why it is impossible to communicate well between lovers, and always hold myself out of internal injuries. If there is love in marriage in addition to sex, then what is love? Why does love allow us to stay together, but not allow us to understand the happiness of the other side?
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