完美感觉

    高二的时候看过一部台湾片子叫做《第36个故事》，我仍然记得其中的一个片段，是文艺电影中常有的情节：里面的女二号林辰唏骑着自行车穿过街道，很澄澈的阳光扫过她的碎发，又透过浓绿的叶片把大片的树影投射下来，背景乐是雷光夏的同名配曲，声音的质感很厚却又让整个画面轻盈无比。后来这首歌被存到p4里，随机播放时偶尔会放到，前奏在耳边响起时，脑海中也会随之铺陈出温暖明亮的画面：阳光、树影还有街道上骑行着的单车。当声音尝起来是彩色的。
    
   我听见声音，我看到色彩，我嗅着气味，我尝出味道，于是我触摸到了这个由感官感知出的庞大世界，我的世界。

   所以电影这样开始了：“这个星球上有黑暗，光明，男人和女人，有食物和餐馆，疾病，工作，和交通，有我们习以为常的生活，和我们所谓的世界。”末日的题材没错，却讲述得沉静，舒缓配乐下铺展开的情节让人联想起村上一本小说的书名《世界尽头与冷酷仙境》。一切来的很平静，人们在一阵突然袭来的悲伤后首先失去了嗅觉，紧接着便是味觉、听觉，最后是视觉。人们在恐慌中迎来了每一次失去，又无可奈何地继续原本的生活。life still goes on.

   浓酽的悲伤混合着恐惧笼罩在城市上方，可男女主角却在这样的情况下相遇了。先后失去嗅觉后，他们见证了彼此末日的开始。来势凶猛的“病情”变成了他们爱情最好的催化剂，或许也只有彼此相伴时的拥抱与亲吻才能勉强与心底的绝望相抗衡。影片的最后，视觉最终离去，大幕降下的黑暗里，他们却也触摸到了对方。没有救世主，没有末日英雄，结局顺理成章的同时也无比的残忍。但仔细想想，这样的设定还是善待我们的，至少接连失去了嗅觉、味觉、听觉和视觉以后，影片里的人们还能够感受到彼此的爱意。早已破落不堪摇摇欲坠的感官世界依凭着最最虚无缥缈的爱竟还是模糊的存在着。前方已经是黑暗了，可我还能触摸到你手的温度。不足以照亮前路，却足够填补起我心底的空洞。

   我们在世界的尽头，我们也在冷酷的仙境。我爱你，所以你是我的黑暗之光。

附《第36个故事》歌词

夏天的雨水飘落宁静公园
深夜的微风拂过吹干了树
在街角的咖啡店相遇的一刻
故事从头我对你依然心动
温暖的太阳照着冬天的花
你微微笑的让我抹去眼泪
看这座城市漫漫被时光移动
若伸出手还是渴望被你把握
给我我想要的生活
面对最坦白的眼眸
前方是一篇晴朗星空
答案紧紧拥抱我

     太过文艺的科幻片，为了文艺放弃了节奏，基本上就靠着两位主演的名气和演技在支撑着，不敢想象，如果换两位名气稍小的，影片还能有这样的吸引力和评价吗？虽然有内涵，可一味文艺的手法表现还是有些偏执了点。。。

There is darkness and there is light.
There are men and women.
There’s food.
There are restaurants.
Disease.
There’s work.
Traffic.
The days as we know them.
The world as we imagine the world.

-Well, you’ve been sick.
-Not sick, just unhappy.
-Well, it’s the same thing.

One day, son, you’ll be in love.
And you’ll be miserable.
That’s your karma.
Truly in love and miserable.

Overwhelmed with grief.
People are hit with all that they’ve lost.
Lovers they never had.
All the departed friend.
They think of all the people they’ve hurt.
First, overwhelmed with grief.
And then no sense of smell.
That’s the disease.

Life goes on.
The food becomes spicier, saltier, more sweet, more sour.
You get used to it.
The greater loss are all the memories that are no longer triggered.
Smell and memory were connected in the brain.
Cinnamon might have remained you of your grandmother’s apron.
The scent of cut hay could evoke a childhood fear of cows.
Diesel oil might bring back memories of your first ferry crossing.
Without smell, an ocean of past images disappears.

-What shall we do now?
-Well, now you could invite me back to your place.
-Don’t know if I will.
-Well, you…you can just start walking home, and I’ll follow you.

I can’t die alone.
That’s how it’ll end.
Without anybody loving me.

It betrays itself.
Your body, it takes away the color of your skin.
And betrays your spirit.
Pissing and bleeding and fucking puss is coming out of your ear.
I’ve seen it. I’ve seen it!
At the end, you’re all alone.
You die on your own and it gets all dark.
All your body, it turns to fucking soup.

First the terror.
And then a moment of hunger.

It’s still out there.
The world.

Slowly things return to normal and life goes on.
People do what they did before as best they can.
Within a few weeks, taste becomes a distant memory.
And different sensations take its place.
In restaurants, it’s all about offering another person dinner, letting yourself be waited on, listening to the trickle of wine and the clink of glassed.

Not only has the food received special attention, but also the temperature of the food and its consistency.
And we tried it all, from the freezing cold to the scorching hot.
It was dry, it was moist, it was crisp, it was spongy, it was crunchy and it was all at the highest level, up to and including the dessert- a light pudding with caramelized nuts and a bright orange sorbet, and a dark blue coulis on blackberries and blackcurrant.
Chew on that.
Life goes on.

My ovaries are crippled.
My eggs are no good.
Because of not eating.
I pretend that I’m not that into them, that I have an interesting job.

You could smell there was something wrong inside her, like something damp, something from a basement.
I make myself go and visit her grave.
I go there to feel guilty, you know?
I thought I would feel guilty for the rest of my life but, actually it’s starting to fade.

-You’re an arsehole.
-I am.
-It works. It works. You’re making me yours.
-I’m an arsehole.
-So am I.
-A couple of arseholes.
-Mr and Mrs arsehole.

“I think it’s OK to panic now.”
And that’s basically what the world does.
Rage.
Anger.
Hatred.
And then the loss of another sense.
All the unaffected can do is wait.

There are two movements now.
There are the people who run through the streets, grabbing all they can.
People who don’t believe in anything but the end of the world.
Then there’s the other movement- farmers going out to milk their cows, soldiers reporting for duty.
Those who believe that life will go on somehow, or just don’t know what else to do.
People prepare for the worst, but hope for the best.
They concentrate on the things that are important to them.
All the things beyond fat and flour.

The cold must have hit them like a blow from a club.
That’s how the darkness descends upon the world.
But first the shining moments.
A shared flinching of the brain’s temporal lobe.
A profound appreciation of what it means to be alive.
But most of all, a shared urge to reach out to one another.
To offer warmth, understanding, acceptance, forgiveness, love.
It’s dark now, but they feel each other’s breath, and they know all they need to know.
They kiss, and they feel each other’s tears on their cheeks.
And if there had been anybody left to see them, then they would look like normal lovers caressing each other’s faces, bodies close together, eyes closed, oblivious to the world around them.
Because that is how life goes on.
Like that.

更符合故事情节地说，爱与对彼此地依赖，在其他感觉逐次消逝地过程中，愈来愈浓，最后成为生命延续下去唯一依赖地感觉。

本来我从一开始就想着，想要fuck的感觉会不会最后也没啦？还好，一直都在，电影结束的时候也没提。。。

刚刚发布影评出现错误，于是浏览了一些之前的影评，发现很多观后感都很接近，就不多说了，不过有一句话又一次触动了我，这里稍加改动：
    生命是一场缓慢的死亡，希望能与最初的你同归于尽。

为了比爱情更大的爱情，为了比生命更重要的意义。这是这部片的内涵。

它告诉人们，当人们失去一切，才会开始学会关注人生最重要的事。

意义远大于柴米油盐的事！

内心！

人们尊重内心时，没有愧疚，没有伤害，没有痛苦，没有遗憾，人们能获得所有与此相关的新的行为的能力，为内心，为爱服务~

可以从黑暗中找到光明，从负面中得到正面，从绝望中看到希望，从沉重里获得轻盈，才是生命的力量，爱的力量


谢谢大家