2010年10月23日 星期六

告白 - Who's confessing?

Having been through a packed Orthopaedic week, I really need a good rest from books. Asking dad out for breakfast and movie in the morning is a good choice - but, it tensed me up even further.



Of course the plot is great with no doubt, I am definitely interested in flipping the book when I have time.

Also, I love the way of filming. The story revealed the core from the start, and the rest is like peeling onion skins - new clues follow tightly one by one. The music used is as well interesting, there was often a audio-visual mismatch - jazzy rhythm when one's killing, this made the scene odd and heart-chilling.

Watching Confessions is like staying in a psychiatric ward full of funny extreme characters. Taking a class of mid-school students as the background of murder is simply horrifying - all hiden behind the innocent faces.

Some may say everyone in the film is psychic, but stop for a while, isn't it a realistic reflection of the cilivilised world we are living in? On one hand, we live and interact with a mouthful of peace, love and care; but deep down in our heart always lied a suppressed devil with hatred and blood. Confessions is like a physcially acted-out verson of our mental play, as I always believe: We are all born evil.

Other point is fate. Well, yes A may seem cold-blooded to kill without a sense of guilt - but isn't that fully attributable to his own upbringing? Being raised by a mentally-skewed engineer mother, leaving behind a genius whose great work has never been recognised, these are all moulding one's character, while chances come - BOMB - the chain reaction kicks off. Therefore I often feel sympathetic for those serial killers, it is either his past or his gene that make him the murderer, and jailing him is simply a reason of social-effectiveness - this man is hindering the progression of our peaceful society.

Similar echoed in B. A boy living in inferiority in every aspect of life, when one day the balance tipped off, killing become an achievement, and, a source of satisfaction.

Haha, though rated class III, the movie in itself is not that bloody and not much of real violence. But the message is simply too socially-inappropriate for our new generations (whose brains still possess certain degree of neurological plasticity), keeping them (temporarily) from plot of this kind is a wise decision. Afterall, we are all born potential murderer, aren't we?

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