"The love story that comes out of the rogue's mouth is always more moving,
Even in the most playful tone. ”
I have no prejudice against Mr. Quentin Tarantino, but the name "aesthetics of violence" is too loud, and this title is like a white pigeon to Wu Yusen. I watched Kill Bill 1 in the dark of the night with dark thoughts and a burst of ecstasy: the end of the world has arrived, the judgment has begun, and God is a woman with a samurai sword. I am reminded of the heroic voice of the great poet Mr. Wen Yiduo under the famous "White Terror": "This is a desperate backwater, this is not the place of beauty, it is better to let the ugliness reclaim it, and see what world he has created." "I always thought that Mr. Wen Yiduo played rock and roll, so I always had a little disdain for the people who now call rock and roll - you are too poorly educated, look at the lyrics of your predecessors, how well written. In the highly stylized beauty, I can't help but want to cheer: kill, kill, see if the earth will be cleaner after it is soaked with blood. Yes, Mr. Videotape's films have conquered my delicate and sensitive heart with such vulgar power.
This thrill lasted until the countdown to 20 minutes before the end of Kill Bill 2, during which I climaxed until this line appeared:
"I used to be the toughest woman in the world who was not afraid of death, but now... I was very scared because I was pregnant with a child. One female killer said to another female killer.
I was alert, reminiscent of the beginning after Mr. Bill and Miss Kiddo had been talking about "today's weather" for most of the day, and the four killers walked up the steps of the church from the bottom of the movie screen to give the rehearsal of the wedding a colorful and crisp end. Of course, I also thought of the duel between Miss Kiddo and Miss One-Eyed Dragon, holding a samurai sword made by a famous artist for half a day, transporting enough posture, accumulating enough courage and strength, and at the time of the brief stalemate between the weapons, Miss Kiddo used the techniques of Chinese martial arts to cleanly and neatly take out the eyeballs of her opponent, throw them on the ground, and step on her beautiful and soft feet. The master is the master, and such a crisp technique always makes the audience who has been influenced by countless bad films wonder how he ends up without hesitation to give me a big ear scraper. After several slaps and intellectual insults like that, I became a little smarter, and this line made me smell ominous. I wish I could be a little stupid, like Don Niu said to Quentin like Don Niu did to Stephen Chow: I really can't guess you! I'm willing to do that, because doing so would be happy for the "me" who was watching the movie, but it's a pity that Mr. Questin didn't give me a chance. He completely ignored my complex psychological activities, let the plot take a sharp turn, and made my heart that wished the world to be dark and admired him become fragmented in front of the following lines.
"Before the test strip turns blue, I can jump from a motorcycle to a speeding train, for you. But after the test strip turns blue... I'm not who I used to be anymore, not anymore. Because I'm going to be a mom... Can you understand that?" A female killer said to her lover who had once given her a shot in the head.
I muttered at the same time as his lover, "Yes." "I know what's going on, and Mr. Quentin Tarantino is ready to talk to me about great maternal love and similarly great human feelings. He said: Man has not only hatred, but also love. I said: I know that people not only have to eat, but also sleep. I understood that as soon as a woman is pregnant, the best things about human beings will be revived immediately. For this affection, the killer can betray the organization and his own man, completely abandon the exciting and happy killing life of the past, go to the record store to be nourished by music, and earn two small dollars by the way. Of course, according to the ideas of the great Chinese directors, for this kind of beautiful feeling, thieves will also pray that there will be no thieves in the world when the New Year is approaching, and use their lives to defend their faith.
When the movie finally ended, a woman hummed "Goodnight Moon", absent-mindedly flashing a knife or two in the lyrics, I suddenly woke up with a slight sentimentality - "Kill Bill" is a romantic love film. In any case, maternal love and male and female love are the most beautiful human feelings, and such a transition is indeed not very abrupt. In the silvery moonlight, there is a beach not far away, and the balcony of the mansion has wooden tables and chairs, and presumably a champagne bar. A gentlemanly man who would cook dinner for his daughter sat across from a beautiful woman in a long dress, and the following conversation occurred:
- Why didn't you tell me earlier?
- Once you know, you will take her
- I don't want that
I was sad for you for three months, and in the third month, I found your tracks... I found you. What did I find? Not only are you not dead, you're going to marry a damn jerk, and you're pregnant... I was overreacting.
- Overreacting? Is that your explanation?
I'm not excusing myself, I'm just telling you the truth.
This is a dialogue that happens to many couples, and the tone and lines even make us feel a little familiar to ourselves, and there may be fights after the escalation of the quarrel, and the man who is injured will also lose Mr. Bill, who values his feathers as much. Only here, both men and women have knives in their hands. Thus, the words with the smell of vinegar and the smell of creation seemed to be coated with a stainless steel protective film, and there was a smell of metal hitting when the trigger was pulled, and the rose bushes in the moonlight were enchanting, waiting to drink their blood with their thorns. They just had a small misunderstanding, and when they finally understood the truth, the corpses in the middle were piled up and the blood flowed like a river. As a result, they could not lift the wine glass full of champagne and raise their eyebrows, but could only raise their murderous weapons to each other. Because, wrong is wrong. It's a love fable, and all men and women who are prone to "overreacting" in love should come and learn carefully what kind of things can turn your love into "skin-cutting love"—maybe a butterfly flapping its wings, maybe a change in the length of Cleopatra's nose, maybe you're pregnant and don't come home.
You've had a great time together, and when one side disappears, the other tries to find it. That's how you value each other, but in the end you raise a good knife to each other. You will do cruel things to each other, take revenge on each other, and cannot stop, completely disregarding what "love is persistence, love is eternal patience". You know where the other person is most likely to be hurt, because sometimes you know each other well, and you will even tell the other party that there is a martial art in this world, called "Five Thunders Destroying the Heart", and then die under the palm. So, at this tragic moment, taking advantage of the glimmer of the sky, there are two questions left for two kinds of people in the world, one is a man and the other is a woman:
Men, will you ask your women for advice on whether your clothes and appearance are appropriate after failure, before you die?
Women, will you hold on to the crystallization of your love after a few years — or a life, or a memory — and say "thank you" to your man?
Can't love anymore, but also maintain grace and gratitude.
Shelley said that even if you don't love, you should have pity on the other person.