I Created the Myth of the Old Ruler

Until now, Ms. Merritt felt a chill when she recalled what she had just seen in the movie.

What makes her even more desperate now is that as a film critic and a movie gourmet, she really feels from the bottom of her heart that this movie is quite good and outstanding, better than other movies she has seen so far that participated in the selection this year.

To be honest, many movies nowadays have become like a routine for Ms. Merritt. No matter how miserable the characters are or how miserable her life is, her heart remains unaffected and she even wants to give the other person a miss with a smile. Comment.

But in "All Quiet Spring," I don't know whether it was because the actors' acting skills were too strong, or the scenes were too real, or the script's interpretation was so brilliant that Ms. Merritt was able to immerse herself in it.

It was precisely because I was immersed in it that I was hurt so deeply.

The entire first half of the movie is an adventure journey with a literary and artistic flavor, and the sudden strong reversal and darkness at the end confirms the tragic plot at the beginning of the story and brings the entire worldview to life.

Whether they are protagonists or supporting characters, named or unnamed, they jointly presented to Ms. Merritt the faces of all living beings struggling to survive in this world.

If such a world really exists, then its existence itself is a matter of despair.

Some literary films show love, some try to present human nature, and some focus on ignorance and ignorant culture.

And the theme of this movie, this movie "All Quiet," is despair.

No matter how good your wishes are, how powerful your abilities are, or what kind of struggles you try to make, all your efforts are just ripples before destruction.

Ms. Merritt originally thought this was a kind of nihilism, but when she thought about it carefully, why did Lu Jian spend so much trouble depicting those beautiful things, those beautiful girls, and those beautiful moments, was it just to break it? Did that moment make the audience heartbroken?

Then she realized.

Although Amber died tragically in the end, and her strong hope turned into despair, it was precisely because of the good things before that this despair could be established.

On the other hand, isn't this a story about how human beings still strive to pursue beautiful things before helpless despair, and never give up the pursuit of hope even if they are about to face the cruelest end?

Death is not the opposite of life, but an eternal part of it.

Despair and hope are not incompatible. How can we feel the beauty of hope without seeing despair.

In Ms. Merritt’s view, this movie has gone beyond the good, evil, and ugly beauty of human nature that many directors try to show, and instead focuses on a higher direction, about civilization, human beings, survival and destruction.

This is a perfect art film!

According to Ms. Merritt's standards, if she did not add any personal standpoint in her evaluation, then this year's Palme d'Or will undoubtedly be "All Quiet Spring."

This meant that she would have to remain silent about the film for a long period of time, unable to reveal details to other viewers until the film was released.

This was perfect irony for Ms. Merritt.

Like the protagonist, she watched the first half of the movie with great joy, but she was struck by lightning at the end of the second half and could not publicly scold the director.

And now, like those old witches who sent Kohaku to death, she will serve as an accomplice in this movie, letting it murder more people!

Although one is a fantasy background and the other is reality, the situations of the two overlap inexplicably.

"No, I can't accept it...I can't accept it..."

Ms. Merritt looked haggard.

The mental pollution made her confused, and her calm thinking put her in a desperate situation.

Although, Ms. Merritt could have ignored it and gone directly to the Internet and newspapers to judge and criticize "All Quiet Spring", ruining his reputation and letting his carefully designed ending be exposed in advance, but it would only mean losing his job. That's all, Ms. Merritt could do this casually with a burst of anger.

However, what is despairing is that Ms. Merritt still has some rationality left.

She knew clearly that this movie might really leave her name in the history of film. It was a work of art, and the crazy ideas in her head just now were no different than using spray paint on a painting by Van Gogh or Cézanne. Apply a big f**k.

It is precisely because she still has a shred of reason that Ms. Merritt understands that she cannot destroy this work.

She even had to help Lu Jian, carefully disguising the film as a tender love road movie, deceiving all viewers, making them walk into the theater with the highest expectations, and then endure the sharpest knife.

Ms. Merritt, who persists in art, never imagined that one day her pursuit of art would put her in dire straits.

"What else can I do?"

Ms. Merritt was silent for a long time. She opened the window and the humid air unique to the French countryside flowed into her lungs. The forty-three-year-old film critic lost all goals at this moment.

"No matter what I do, it's impossible for the director to change the ending, and it's impossible for the people who died in the story to come back to life. What else can I do?"

She stared blankly at the white mist drifting across the woodland, glittering in the moonlight.

In her despair, Ms. Merritt felt a calling.

That call comes from infinite heights, from the starry sky, that call comes from the depths of the ocean, from the abyss of the seabed, that call comes from the center of the desert, from an unknown tomb.

She stood up.

She took off her shoes and stood on the windowsill.

The calls calmed Ms. Merritt's mind, and she saw clearly where she was.

From the moment she clicked the play button, she was like Amber embarking on a journey with only one ending.

She couldn't escape.

Stepping forward, Ms. Merritt wanted to step into the call.

At this time, her dog suddenly rushed into the screening room and roared twice, which brought Ms. Merritt back to her senses.

"Ouch!"

When she turned to look at her dog, she slipped and fell from the window sill.

"Woof woof woof!"

The barking echoed in the humid night. The dog came to the window sill and looked down.

Ms. Merritt fell into the grass with bruises all over her body. She came to and screamed as if she had broken bones.

As she tried to stand up and ask for help, Ms. Merritt still had scenes from the movie playing in her mind.

She knew very clearly that her dreams for a long time to come would be related to it.

She also understood the intentions of those colleagues who sent her emails.

The best way to deal with this movie is to recommend it to anyone you meet!