<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > "Match Factory Woman": Sorry, the world kissed me with pain, I didn't respond with a song</h1>
The world kissed me with pain, and I sang in return. This sentence is beautiful. However, not everyone can do it.
The Match Factory Woman, an old 1990 Nordic film, taught me that sometimes people can become colder than this cold world.
The director used minimalism to sketch the life of a humble female worker who was not warm.
After reading it, maybe you will smoke a whole pack of cigarettes and immerse yourself in the sadness.
Of course, after reading it, maybe you will be indifferent and senseless.
And I, just a long sigh, silent, or silent.
What can be done? Even the strength to hate was stripped away.
You can't complain, you can't scold, and you can't cry.
For whom do we cry? That match factory maid?
What's her name? Throughout the movie, no one called her name.
She wasn't rich, not pretty, not lively, not cute, and not brilliantly talented. She was just an ordinary factory woman. On the assembly line of the match factory, check whether the labels on the matchbox are neatly labeled by the female workers.
At the end of the day, she doesn't matter. She is a female worker who is easily overlooked, even despised.
But no matter how humble it is, it needs love as well!
But no one loved her. At home, her parents didn't love her, only when she was a cooking machine at home, just helping to pay the rent.
At home, the stepfather just lay on the couch watching TV, and the mother just sat on the balcony and smoked.
Every day, after work, she would go into the kitchen to cook, set the tableware, and then ask them to eat.
She was born like an ant, but she liked to watch pirate stories. She had the blood of adventure in her bones.
She thought about going to the bar to find a ruyi langjun, but the girls sitting in a row were invited to dance, but she was still lonely, and she could only drink bottle after bottle of soda.
She got her salary and went to buy a beautiful dress. Isn't it natural to exchange the proceeds of your labor for what you want?
In exchange for the stepfather's slap and a bitch, in exchange for the mother's cold return of two words.
Home without warmth, suffocating. But she seemed blunt. She didn't cry or make a fuss, and her eyes were empty. Commuting to work, cooking and washing dishes, reading books and sleeping.
Desperate to escape, she wore a beautiful dress and sat again in the bar. A man waited quietly.
Finally a man took her hand. Dancing to the music, she crouched on the man's shoulder and faintly smiled.
Flower skirts bring spring. But the spring is cold and steep.
The next day, when she woke up, the man had put a bill next to her.
His serious, somewhat indifferent face, was not her redemption, but her doom.
She learns from the Pirate King and wants to steal flowers and bloom splendid embroidery. But she can only be a nameless grass that has been trampled on.
She was pregnant. With a faint hope, she wrote a warm letter to the man.
She said I know you never loved me, but I still have to tell you that I have children. She said, I'd be happy if you could come and see me.
The reply she got was a bill and a few words printed out: You handle it yourself.
She wanted to go to the man again, and when she went out in a car accident, the child was gone.
She lay in the hospital when her stepfather brought an orange and said she would never go home again. Her mother had been sick with her.
She was staying at the house of a friend, perhaps her brother. Looking into the narrow room where only a pool table could be put down. It's not going to stay here. She lit a cigarette, as if she had figured it out.
She went out and went to the pharmacy to buy rat poison, still strong. Mixed with water, packed in a brown glass bottle.
She went to the man and told him that the child was gone and that she would not come back in the future. She sneaked the potion into his glass. Then briskly left.
She went home and made an exquisite meal. Then, she poured the potion into the liquor bottle.
She went to the bar, asked for a drink, and quietly read a book in a corner.
A man came over with a wine glass and touched her hand. She smiled slightly, then took the potion bottle from her bag and poured it into the man's glass.
She left calmly. She continued to work on the assembly line, where there was only the sound of machinery.
The police came. The police took her away.
No arguments, no crying. She meekly followed the police.
Now that the outcome is set, I can be more ruthless than this cold world. That's what she must have thought!
The whole movie, there are not many lines. The first four minutes were spent on the mechanical process of the match factory making matches, and the roar of the machinery. I thought it was a pantomime!
What is even more worrying is that there is no smiling face in the movie, and everyone's eyes are so empty and indifferent. One wonders what kind of world this is.
There are three songs in the movie, corresponding to the mood of the heroine, good to hear, but sad and long.
Oh, I'll tell you, that female worker, has a nice name. Her name is Elise. It was written to a man, signed with the last glimmer of hope.
Oh, and there's another scene in the movie where the female worker finally returns to her friend's house, and in the dark of night, she sees a blooming ephemeral flower.
Just like her beauty, like her hope, blooms in secret, but no one notices it, and can only wither away.
Pity for her, maybe you have to blame me! May you have tough shoulders and carry the blows that fate has given you.
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