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The rhythm of my heart's oblivion | the struggle between spirit and flesh

author:Ms. Marilyn Sun
The rhythm of my heart's oblivion | the struggle between spirit and flesh

It took almost a month to watch this film, and it was always impossible to continue for one reason or another. Finally, after watching this film in its entirety a few days ago, suddenly the voice that was immersed in my heart disappeared without a trace. I couldn't find any trace, and it became a silent void in my heart, but it also made me finally understand the unique composition of the gap in the rhythm.

The male protagonist who appears in some shaky shots sits on that couch, like the calm and silent godfather in "The Godfather", the dim street lamp that recedes in the black screen, like entering a tunnel for a while, the electronic music is strong and turbulent, the tension of that emotion is surging, but it can't suffocate you, until Tom meets her mother's former agent, in the life of all seemingly normal illegal real estate developers, suddenly another voice appears, gushing out from the depths of Tom's soul, Let him begin to hover between two different sounds, wandering in a line, stepping forward.

The rhythm of my heart's oblivion | the struggle between spirit and flesh

The soul of wisdom begins to call in the depths, it needs a witty, simple, simple, insightful and sensitive heart, while the social system is telling Tom to know how to obey and follow tradition, and what it needs you is a rough and obedient heart.

In this way, Tom begins to wander through the violent life of a bastard and the chaotic love life and the need for a quiet gushing piano player, a dilemma that cannot be abandoned, and a journey of self-doubt and self-liberation. When Tom restarts stroking the piano, he has to help his father, who is also an unscrupulous real estate developer, solve those problems. One side spends time in compromise, and the other side is tormenting in evoking the soul.

The rhythm of my heart's oblivion | the struggle between spirit and flesh

Like most people's lives today, in a world of chaos, competition, insecurity, and entertainment, we are always trying to innovate in this prison to change some of the conditions of life that we do not like, but at the same time, we have to bear the strange eyes of those who have already obeyed life, who think that your pursuit of so-called freedom and wisdom is a naïve and stupid life. As a good friend of mine said, like a person who pays more attention to his own spiritual life, he will never become a rich person, the rich person who identifies with him in real life, but at least then we are happy.

Tom's chaotic anxiety lurked in his body as he resumed his piano playing, and the desire of the flesh and the purity of his soul fought fiercely again, so that the silence was always filled with violent catharsis when he played the piano again and again. Until the end, when he was finally able to achieve inner peace, he was interrupted by the chaotic rhythm of reality. Then, his father lost his life to the speculative business, and like the vast majority of those people, the original desire for a safe life was the greatest source of chaos.

The rhythm of my heart's oblivion | the struggle between spirit and flesh

Lead actor Roman Darius portrays the violent and sexy and serene Tom as if it were the main emotional theme in the whole film, as Tom watches his companions drive away the homeless, people fleeing in panic under the flashing spotlights, and tom's equally frightened face in the middle of the screen, reflected in a dim light, and when he sits in the car, the fingers that beat in the same dark screen form a sharp contrast. The same shooting method, the same black and white processing, in the electronic music and the low humming, one is the devil and the other is the angel, they stare in our bodies, but also let us struggle in desire and tranquility.

The rhythm of my heart's oblivion | the struggle between spirit and flesh

God said: You must be born again. When we renew our minds, you will find that our minds are not limited by our own thoughts, and then our hearts can remain fresh and not be engulfed in darkness. At that time, goodness was attained in that silence.

At the last moment, the goodness in his heart awakened him from the blood, and once again in the darkness with those scarred hands, beating the rhythm of music, the rhythm that had broken out of the cocoon and was forgotten.

2009-11-29

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