It’s suffocating if there’s no pretty things to relieve the tension and uneasiness of the dark and cold atmosphere and long conversations within the film. Oh, it’s just suffocating....I think it's better just reading the original book. The ending is funny though. I don’t quite get the director. From the beginning, I’M THINKING OF ENDING THIS FILM.
感覺又看了遍失常 / 這種活著活著就不想活了的類型片一定會很快興盛起來 / 普萊蒙好像提喻法裡的霍夫曼/ Jake the Obscure/ 可能跟電影關係不大 抄anti-oedipus幾段話: “if desire is the lack of the real object, its very nature as a real entity depends upon an 'essence of lack' that produces the fantasized object” "there were a dreamed-of object behind every real object" "it's difficult for a child to