Maybe just because of Virginia Woolf, I shouldn't have missed it for so long. Maybe just because of Philip "Glass" I was destined to meet it this afternoon. It was too fragile to be tolerated, and I was too fragile to tolerate it, so I quit the DVD again and again, covered my face and sobbed, I think I The worst audience in the world.
There's a voice that always shouts in the movie, it's not about homosexuality, not even about love, it's just a cry, a slender growl: let me go, leave!
Virginia's eyes It's terrifying, like Lola's smile keeps tearing at your nerves and Clarice just magnifies the word "manic." We can't get peace by running away from life any more than we can't get happiness by compromising. So let me go, let me go, let me embrace the open future unscrupulously, even death, let me renounce everything that suffocates me, even love.
Gloomy breath, disturbing romance, no The discerning picture, the music of death, the poetry of nostalgia for the cemetery... The ground is a prison, but people will eventually escape. Falling from the roof, sinking from the center of the lake, the poet's posture in the air is reminiscent of Zhimo's last flight, while The moment when the gentle water wave finally covered the top, a strange smile actually bloomed on my lips at the same time...
About two years ago, my three-year relationship with H finally came to the edge, disputes, suspicions, despair, tears, every day. At that time I said to Asi, this kind of life is suffocating, I have to leave, if there is any one, let me go wandering with him now, even if it is a devil, I will not hesitate to go with him immediately. , I met later, and it turned out to be the devil. Today, this kind of feeling is flooding again, and that cry has turned into a wolf-like howl. On the balcony of yesterday, I can no longer discern what I am resisting...
No, I was blinded, I was blinded for three years. This is by no means a story about homosexuality, but a parable of life and death. Rather, it is an allegory of life and death and freedom. Like Virginia staring at the dead pigeon, like Richard's insight into his mother's secret since he was a child, there are too many fateful things in the movie. Suicide becomes a fate, and death is a desire, not because of lack of love, but because of the emptiness and loneliness that even love can't make up for.
Richard looked carefully at the woman he loved: "If I die, will you be angry?" I burst into tears at that moment, and I read the lines with him word by word: "I stay living only to satisfy you" ...
Finally, it's funny to end this already too raving-like article with a hilarious
film full of hysterical women who end up having a man commit suicide.
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