This is how to live by the rules: from a young age, read the books you must read, take the exams you must take, receive the praise you deserve, and respect those who must be respected. When I grow up, I will be a bull and a horse for a stupid and stupid boss, and at the same time hope that one day I can become a stupid and stupid boss, or make enough money for retirement. After a hard day's hard work, when I got home, I couldn't be childish. My mother and father each had a mask that they should wear. Those who need majesty must show majesty, and those who need kindness must show kindness - no one can save you, you are you and in the end you are only yourself. But you yourself have already died in the rules of life.
Everyone in a small family is at risk. Husband and wife and two children: Because the husband was laid off by the company, he couldn't face the reality, and he still pretended to go to work every day, but he was actually looking for a job, receiving relief meals, etc. Along the way, I met countless men in the same situation as myself. The exhausted family pillars who have long been broken but desperately pretend to be intact, they deceive themselves with a dull expression - some people can't stand the pressure after pretending for a few months and the whole family commits suicide by swallowing gas; some people pretend to be years or even dozens In 2008, I wore a dirty red uniform in a commercial building doing cleaning work during the day, but when I got off work, I went home in a suit and leather shoes in the toilet with the face of an office worker. The soul can be blocked and imprisoned, the ego can be killed, the status and identity in the family, as long as no one comes to reveal it, can never be removed-men are the kings in the smallest social unit, women can only obey, children are either Surrender or leave.
The wife does her best to play the role of a wife and mother, and her "self" has long been locked in a dark prison with only one small window. I don't know when a high wall has been erected between my husband and myself, and they sleep in separate beds and even separate rooms. There is absolutely no sex, but annoying wrinkles are blowing in my face. Even if I don't admit that I have become a slave to housework and my family, I still have a small dream, hoping to change to a better electric heater, or after secretly learning a driver's license, I go to the car dealership to look at the car, and leave the family RV behind. , looking forward to the day when her husband may buy himself a small hard-top sports car that is not practical. However, when he slept on the sofa that day, stretched out his arms, and hoped that his husband, who came home late, would give him a hand, the sound of the door closing upstairs without turning back echoed in his mind.
His hands were still raised, as if he was drowning, and he said to himself, "Who can help me?"
The eldest son is lost in the lack of identity, and has no hope for the family, but still dreams of being able to protect true justice with his own strength. He is very tall, rarely returns but has always been good, loves his mother and hates his father, and hopes that they can get a divorce so that his mother can live a good life. Thinking that this country is now sheltered by a powerful force, and doesn't even like to live as a person in this country, and wants to go to the arms of a powerful force, and then try to change his country - this is a young man with good wishes, It's a pity that he has no body and no strength, and he can't see the evil spirit of the world's whitewashed peace, which is full of blood and gunpowder smoke.
The youngest son is a piano prodigy, as if he was drawn to the piano classroom by the voice in the dark, and he was unearthed by people to be gifted by God. His tuition was nutritious lunch money, his teachers hated him for telling the truth, his father sent him to the hospital for so-called parental dignity - the only piano he could play was actually from a garbage dump A broken electronic organ I picked up from here can't make any sound.
Let's see, in such a family, in such a downturn, how will the story develop?
Regina Pessoa has a short film called Histoire tragique avec fin heureuse - a happy ending to a sad story. The idea is good, but it is difficult to achieve: we often see sad endings to sad stories in our lives. For example, dreams are shattered and cannot be realized, relatives cannot see each other until they die, couples are separated from each other when they die, poor and humble couples mourn for everything, and so on. We can always remember such stories, because only tragedy is eternal, and nothing that makes you happy can last forever in your heart.
So let me tell you, in this movie, how the story goes: the
husband's friend dies, the sons don't listen to him, the women despise him. After being accidentally caught by his wife doing his humble job as a cleaner, he ran, stumbled and was killed by a van. The hit-and-run driver fled, and the body was left hanging on the side of the road waiting for dawn.
His wife was kidnapped at home with a knife, and then she was raped by the kidnappers after she fled to the beach by car. In the middle of the night, she lay in the waves and looked up at the starry sky, knowing that everything could never happen again, so she waited for the sea to come up and drown her...
The eldest son went to volunteer and was immediately dispatched to Afghanistan. Killed many people in the war and returned home mentally ill.
The youngest son wanted to escape the family. Hiding in the cargo box of a coach, only to be caught. After being sent to the police station, because he did not say a word, he was dealt with in accordance with the adult process—recorded with fingerprints, photographed and thrown into prison. I got home the next day and found that the house was messy and empty.
If it ended like this, this film would be one of the darkest realism films in Japanese film history - please believe me, there is no exaggeration. . Even in "Visitor Q", there is a different way to solve the dilemma, and the ending is at least festive. And if this film develops like this, and the subtitles suddenly come out when my younger son comes home and opens the door, I will give it five stars and sleep all night. I am writing these words with great joy now because the movie still offers hope after all—if not a masterpiece, it is somewhat clumsily soothing.
In the above description of the plot development, I have deliberately omitted those small details that can lead to a beautiful ending, so life is actually beautiful after all, just like an unqualified tragedy cast on a broken curtain - a genius always has a genius power, so we see that scene on the poster. After all, there was a child prodigy who sat in front of the grand piano and played a song of separation for the confused people present.
What I saw and heard was that under the moonlight, tears filled my eyes.
Then it ends.
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