I like the director. He is one of my favorite directors. He made a lot of comedies in his early years, and then he stopped to commercial films. I love his wife, Fan Xu. She seems to have carried a lot of stories.
Basically, 1942 is To Live in a different set. They both are about how people struggled to avoid death regardless of what happens to them. I would just die if all my beloved ones were dead, and I had nothing to look forward to. I would not let life fuck me like that.
What is death like? How can we be sure death is a more horrible thing than what happened to people in famine in 1942? To me, the most depressing thing is to be stuck in sorrows and never see the end of it.
In the movie, Fan Xu sold herself to a man who said he would "use her as a wife". She did not know where she was going, what was going to happen to her. Everything is unknown, out of control, empty.
During the movie, a strange feeling came to me. Human body is just another object, a host that our soul finds. Body is made from different parts, like a doll or a toy, if you like. Instruction for use of human body is: do not cut with knife; do not expose to hot or freezing temperature. Everything has a manufacturer's guideline, so does human. We are nothing special.
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