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不要把情绪用尽

 

不要把情绪用尽

《给阿嬷的情书》教会我们的爱的智慧

人,往往容易走向极端。

高兴时,喝个不停;悲伤时,哭得停不下来。

很多电影为了赚观众的眼泪,会不断放大悲伤、刻意煽情,把每一个情节都推向高潮。

《给阿嬷的情书》却没有这样做。

整部电影,都在展现一种难得的克制

  • 每位角色真正痛哭的镜头,都不到一分钟。

  • 每一个悲伤场景之后,都会安排轻松、幽默的情节,让观众慢慢回到平静。

  • 导演蓝洪春刻意避免把故事拍成一部催泪电影。

他说:

“我希望观众离开电影院时,不是带着沉重,而是带着感恩,带着轻松的心。”

这,正是导演的功力。

真正打动人心,不需要不断刺激情绪;真正伟大的作品,不会让人陷在悲伤里,而是让人从悲伤中看见希望。

爱的智慧,也是如此。

最高层次的爱,不是情绪泛滥,而是懂得克制

因为克制,所以更加关爱(Care)——不会把自己的情绪强加给别人。

因为克制,所以更有勇气(Courage)——能够承受痛苦,而不是被情绪控制。

因为克制,所以建立更深的连接(Connection)——让别人感受到温暖,而不是压力。

真正有爱的智慧的人,不会放大情绪,而是安定人心。

而《给阿嬷的情书》最厉害的地方,不只是让我们流泪,而是让我们流泪之后,带着感恩,继续好好生活。

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