Color is perceptual, and words and deeds are rational.

Ang Lee said that when he was filming Lust, Caution.

I just watched this film recently, and I feel so complicated that I can't express it. Apart from the striking erotic pictures in the film, this is a very metaphorical and thought-provoking film.

But after reading the original, I feel that Zhang Ailing is much more cruel than Ang Lee. If Ang Lee made my heart cold, then Zhang Ailing completely poured ice water on me.

Zhang Ailing wrote in the preface: This short story once shocked me, so I am willing to revise it over the years. Love is not asking if it's worth it.

How difficult is it to be rational in love, and how does an affectionate woman, Rainbow Jiazhi, do it?

She doesn't want to believe that mr. yi doesn't love her, and she doesn't want to believe that she didn't sacrifice herself for her, but she saw mr. yi "facing the silhouette of the desk lamp, her eyes looking down, her eyelashes resting on her thin cheeks like beige moth wings". When this tender and pitying expression appeared, her heart suddenly softened, and the idea that "this person really loves me" suddenly came to mind.

So she said, "Let's go."

In this way, several lives were destroyed, including himself.

There was a scene in the movie that moved me very much. After mr. yi escaped from the jewelry store, Jiazhi walked down the street in frustration, and it took a long time to stop an empty car. Waiting for the gap between the traffic lights, she took out the suicide pills prepared by the organization from her clothes and threw them away smartly. Then take a deep breath and show some relaxed smiles.

She is gambling. She is betting her life on an answer. Whether he is a traitor or not, the lingering tenderness is real, even if it only makes her feel that he loves her for a moment, it is worth it. Not everyone loves it so passionately and purely.

So, she lost.

How heartbreaking and humiliating it is to be shot by someone you love, especially when you think you have a chance to win. Bullets went through her companion's head one by one, and the gunfire approached. Her calm face is a little sad, but it seems a little sweet.

Mr. yi, novels and movies have completely different endings. In the movie, Teacher Yi sat on Jiazhi's bed, touching the folds on the sheets, and a touch of moonlight was just right on the back of his hand. His crooked face is still the thin cheek that Jiazhi loves deeply. He lost his guard, to guard against, some forbearing, some sad. That wrinkle may still be warm, and then gradually, it gets cold again.

This mr. yi has a fever.

Mr. Yi in the novel is more like a blunt reality, which solves Jiazhi's uncontrollable exultation with a touch of spring scenery. He is not afraid of her hating her, or even expecting her to hate him, but he knows with satisfaction that he would not love Wang Jiazhi so much if he were not so "non-toxic and non-husband".

He has thought about the story of Jia's death, gained a bosom friend, and died without regret! And what is emotion? He Wakaji is the primitive relationship between hunter and prey, the relationship between tiger and cockroach, and the ultimate comrade-in-arms. She died for him, this is his life, and death is his ghost.

This mr. yi is the norm.

Ang Lee's implication is memorable, but Zhang Ailing simply tore the darkness behind her and threw it to you. I always feel luckier than mr. yi, even if the ending is bleak.

Even if the years of mountains and rivers you gave me are an irreparable sadness, even if I made the biggest bet, you are willing to let me lose, but at the moment when the gunfire rang, all I could think of was the tenderness and pity of the eyelashes on your face.