A man and a woman are shown having sex. Her bare back and the side of her breast are visible as she straddles the man.
Nude pictures of women are pinned to a wall in the background of one scene.


Film review:Translated by www.rabudo-ru.com


Some people call experience the total number of injuries. So injury is a painful experience.

But sometimes injuries are not as strong as experience. On the contrary, they make people vulnerable. The more experience, the more vulnerable they are.

The cruelest injury is often multiple. At first, it burns on the skin and soul like a brand. Slowly, it will continue to expand like fermentation, and finally unknowingly become a dark cage, tightly locking people’s thought and soul.

Perhaps, adults are as vulnerable as children and need comfort. Or adults are much more vulnerable than children, and it is more difficult to escape the shadow of the cold iron window that imprisons them.

So we need more comfort. We need someone to sing softly in front of his bed at night, someone to hand over a bag of paper towels when he cries, and someone to smile and nod when he meets him every morning.

Just a little comfort can calm people down. Man is the most vulnerable and the easiest to tame.

Josephine’s first scene in chocolate is impressive. Painted with pious churches, everyone listened attentively to the priest’s prayer. With the exception of one person, she curled her long hair tied up carelessly and looked around like dusty clothes. Josephine looked around carefully with frightened eyes, then quietly put her hand into the boy’s schoolbag in front, gently took out a small box and quickly stuffed it into her pocket.

Sometimes stealing is a habit. Some people can’t help stealing when they are nervous. This will be a little anesthesia. People can temporarily forget the pressure, troubles and injuries around them in the tension of stealing and the happiness after that.

At this time, stealing is due to unavoidable harm, not greedy desire.

Josephine doesn’t look like a thief. Her movements and dress are reminiscent of weather beaten housewives, who run housework and run monotonously for decades like a millstone.

What Josephine can’t escape is really harm. Her husband “gives” her harm. I don’t know how her husband left such an ugly scar on her delicate forehead. Perhaps, like many male directors of “violent families”, he kicked open the door with an empty wine bottle and shouted on many drunken nights. When his wife rushed out of the bedroom in Nightgown to carry him into the door, He pushed her away with Qiang Youli’s hands, and then knocked the dark green wine bottle on her forehead.

The harm of domestic violence to every wife should be fatal, especially in such an era, every woman thinks that her husband is her own world, that married must be together all her life, and that being a wife can only work at home to feed her husband and children. The fact that her husband beat her again and again really meant that the whole sky fell down.

So it will become lonely, careful, low self-esteem, and old.

After many people had been to Vivian’s chocolate shop full of strong fragrance, Josephine just looked inside quietly in front of the small glass door. When others noticed her, she quickly turned and ran away. At that moment, her scattered hair danced in the wind, her gray old robe, her face much older than her actual age, and her little desire to enter the store to taste chocolate from her blank eyes gave people a pitiful feeling. People wanted to hug her gently like a child in the cold wind, Give her even a little support.

Is it compassion. I don’t think so. Compassion is a kind of pride, because the word “compassion” means a kind of compassion expressed by people living on the upper layer to people on the lower layer, which is an emotion that they think is superior. But in front of Josephine, I think we are no higher than her, and she doesn’t need and won’t accept the slightest mercy. All she needs is a warm embrace that can support her, a kind of comfort to dissolve her small but stubborn fear, and a copper lock that can imprison her heart.

fear.

Fear may be self-protection from harm. Because of fear, people become cautious and used to being wary of others.

When Vivian came to give chocolate as a gift, Josephine asked her many times what she wanted to do. She didn’t believe Vivian and that someone would give a gift to a “notorious” person like herself. When her husband hysterically called her name, she threw up all the delicious chocolate she had eaten, and kept wiping her hands with her apron to avoid her husband finding out about eating chocolate. Like a child who did something wrong for fear of being found out.

Child, I think this title is more appropriate for Josephine. Although she has been hurt and exhausted her years, she is still as kind-hearted, easily moved and believed as a child.

When I came to the chocolate shop again, Vivian was not in. Still gray robes and messy hair, Josephine stood alone in the cold wind in the morning and waited stubbornly. No matter how cold and tired, she didn’t want to leave. She was as stubborn as a child. When Vivian came to her, she smiled for less than a second, with a little but deep-rooted fear – she was not used to smiling at people, just as she was not used to being nice to others.

When chatting with Vivian, she always said, “people talk”. She had no idea and was afraid of others’ gossip.

Opinions are rare in the small town where she lives. Most people lack opinions, and she can’t have them. She can only do things like others because she is unarmed and unable to resist the gossip of others. Her living environment is like a quiet vortex. It is quiet and peaceful on the surface, but once someone makes a little violation of the “tradition”, he will be immediately excluded, vilified, despised and even expelled.

Reality doesn’t make her independent. It’s not her fault.

So she said to Vivian, “I heard you’re not going to church? Well, you won’t stay here long.”

She knew that the residents would oppose Vivian. She said such a sentence in a relaxed tone, but it made people feel a little sad.

People have no way. They can only live according to the “tradition” and their wishes. They must worry about “people talk” all day, or they will be strangled by this vortex. They had no way to fight, and Josephine was so hurt by reality that she dared not even have the idea of fighting.

When I saw here, I thought, why did Josephine talk about these things with Vivian so sincerely. Maybe it’s because Vivian is the only one who gives her a gift and says she wants to be friends with her.

Poor, poor child.

The husband married her because he didn’t spend gifts and didn’t love her. People in the town greet her in the morning just to show off their nobility with her, not to respect her.

Vivian is the only one who makes her feel a little warmth, so she believes her, comes to her chocolate shop, chats with her, tells her that she doesn’t love her husband, and tells her that she is a woman who likes to lie. When she talked about her subsequent statements, she intermittently looked like a child with low self-esteem and shame. She lowered her head and laughed at herself, but her eyes were clearly twinkling with tears.

Maybe at the moment of meeting Vivian, she began to feel that she should change herself. Or that little warmth gave her the courage to change. On a sleeping night, she desperately knocked on the door of vian’s house and told her that she had escaped from her husband. She laughed loudly, almost wildly. It’s not happiness, but a cover up, covering up your sadness and hesitation. Vivian hugged her, saw the terrible scar on her forehead hidden behind her messy hair, and gently told her that everything was over. Then Josephine talked about crying on Vivian.

Sometimes a gentle word is the easiest to make people cry, because it can hit the softest place at once. Much more accurate than a sharp arrow.

My heart throbbed when I saw Josephine’s scar.

Poor, poor child. In the cruel torture, she could no longer bear it and finally fled. The camera didn’t tell me what she looked like in her shabby gray robe, carrying a suitcase full of clothes, her scattered hair flying in the wind and running thin and shaky figure. I dare not even close my eyes to imagine, because it makes me cry.

It turned out that all my pain and heartbreak could not be unfolded and described bit by bit in words.

Using Milan Kundera’s metaphor, she is like a child floating along the water in a resin coated basket. The river is cold and turbulent, so people can’t help picking her up and taking her in all their warmth.

Josephine, poor, poor child. When it hurts, I think, will she feel afraid in the silent night when there seems to be no one, toss and turn because of insomnia, and think about whether she will be in pain and scream and struggle to wake up after dreaming of the past. I thought about her sleeping appearance, whether she would curl up into a shrimp posture when she was asleep, and whether she had learned to hold herself after years of pain. She wondered if she would laugh childishly in her dream when the clear moonlight shone on her face.

Fortunately, there is such a trace of warmth.

Warmth seems to be a quilt dried by the sun, which makes people want to hug and touch its warmth at all costs.

Warmth is soft, like a person’s heart.

Inner softness makes it more vulnerable. Hard drugs and scalpels will only make it more painful. Only warmth, a delicate and soft thing like warmth, which emits a strong fragrance like chocolate, can redeem the old and desperate heart.

Redemption is a smile, a visible temperature.

In the following countless mornings, Josephine began to learn to make chocolate with a smile, began to wear colorful clothes, began to eat with everyone, and began to dress up for the Sunday party.

Then I found that she was getting younger and more sunny like a child.

A soft child.

When her husband asked her for forgiveness with a bunch of flowers in his hand, she was so moved that she could hardly speak.

That’s how I forgave him. She is kind-hearted like a child and won’t hate anyone. It’s easy to forgive and accept the people who hurt her.

But when he asked her to go home, she paused.

The more bloody, painful and cruel the past, the less likely it is to be forgotten. Although people are good at forgetting some painful past events, the healing of cracks, blood and pain recorded in the skin and mind is unforgettable. Those injuries have long been branded in the heart, and will always leave a deep or shallow shadow that cannot be erased.

And home, home is originally the most affectionate and reassuring place. But for Josephine, it was a crucifixion. Her family gave her scars, insults and copper locks that imprisoned her heart. Those days of fear, the bloody pain on her forehead, the man who called her “stupid cow”.

She couldn’t stand him dragging her home and back to her hell.

So she refused and became angry when her husband asked her to go home.

“But Josephine, we are still husband and wife in the eyes of God.”

“Then he must be blind.”

“Then he must be blind.” So determined, and mixed with an unexpected courage.

It turned out that she had learned to be brave, strong and fight, but she didn’t realize it herself, we didn’t realize it.

I don’t even know when the change began. When we suddenly realized it, she had quietly gone a long way.

Another late night, the drunken husband broke into the chocolate shop and made a scene. He cursed his poor wife in a rough voice, saying she was a “stupid cow” and that she couldn’t even use the long handle pot. The husband waved his arms, grinned wildly and complained. He knew Josephine was powerless to resist. He knew she didn’t dare to do anything in front of him.

But Josephine hesitated when her husband wanted to strangle Vivian. Half a minute later, she knocked her husband unconscious with a long handled pot.

After her husband fell to the ground, she stood alone in the middle of the room, raised her head and looked proud:

“Who says I can’t use a saucepan?!”

It makes people laugh and cry.

At that moment, her husband knew what she was like and she knew what she was like.

So she smiled. For the first time, there was no fear in her smile.

It turned out that she was no longer the child who was at a loss in the cold wind.

Maybe hurt and warmth can tell people what they need most. Just as Scarlett realized that she loved Rhett at the end of the novel, the fox found that she couldn’t live without him when the little prince was leaving.

People may really always know later. At this moment of consciousness, happiness has long passed by.

Josephine’s tears fell down when Vivian packed up and was ready to leave. She rushed forward and hugged Vivian’s travel lane to stop her. Her voice said softly:

“Did you believe anything you told me? Did you believe I could be better?”

It’s like asking Vivian, more like asking yourself.

Poor, poor child. When she finally began to believe in warmth and beauty, they were going to leave her. When she finally began to look forward, life would return to the original tragic situation. She really cares more about her friendship with Vivian than anyone else, because she is her only friend in the most difficult time, because she gives her a new life. Maybe Vivian doesn’t know and doesn’t particularly care about her feelings with Josephine, but Josephine is different. She almost regards this emotion as her whole and is almost willing to repay it for the rest of her life. Josephine, she really looks like a child. When Vivian was leaving, she asked her, “do you believe I can do better.” She thought it was her fault. She thought that Vivian would leave because she didn’t do well enough, so she blamed herself and was sad. Poor, kind-hearted child.

“ If your leave, everything will go back to the way it always was.” She said to Vivian.

“ It is the way always was.” Vivian answered carelessly.

“ Not for me.”

The second time I heard her decision. Jedi, like a stubborn child.

The next day, when Vivian was ready to leave with her daughter, she opened the kitchen door and was surprised to find that Josephine made chocolate with so many people in the town. Everyone saw Vivian and smiled kindly.

At that moment, when I opened the door, I felt warm and wanted to cry.

Josephine went up to Vivian and said to her:

“Come on, try the almonds.”

Like the night they first met.

Vivian smiled and nodded.

LEAVE A REPLY

Please enter your comment!
Please enter your name here