Even now, whenever Ms. Merritt recalls what she had just seen in the movie, she still feels a chill.

What makes her even more desperate now is that as a film critic and a movie connoisseur, she really feels from the bottom of her heart that this movie is quite excellent and outstanding, better than all the other movies she has seen that were selected this year.

To be honest, many movies nowadays have become like routine for Ms. Merritt. No matter how miserable the characters are or how tragic their life is, she feels nothing inside and even wants to give them a bad review with a smile.

But this "Spring Day Without a Battle", I don't know if it's because the actors' acting skills are too strong, the scenes are too real, or the interpretation of the script is too brilliant, but it can actually immerse Ms. Merritt in it.

It is because I was immersed in it that I was hurt so deeply.

The first half of the entire movie is an adventure journey with a literary and artistic atmosphere, and the sudden reversal and darkening at the end confirms the tragic plot at the beginning of the story and brings the entire world view to life.

Whether they are the protagonists or supporting characters, named or unnamed, they together present to Ms. Merritt the difficult struggles of all people in this world to survive.

If such a world really exists, then its existence itself is a capital despair.

Some art films express love, some try to present human nature, and some focus on foolish and ignorant culture.

And the theme of this movie, "Spring Day Without a Fight", is despair.

No matter how good your wishes are, how powerful your abilities are, or how you try to fight, all your efforts are just ripples before destruction.

Ms. Merritt originally thought that this was a kind of nihilism, but upon closer thought, why did Lu Ban go to so much trouble to portray those beautiful things, those beautiful girls, those beautiful moments, just to make the audience heartbroken when he broke them?

Then she realized.

Although Amber died tragically in the end and her strong hope turned into despair, this despair was only possible because of the beauty that came before.

On the other hand, isn’t this a story about how humans, in the face of helpless despair, still strive to pursue beautiful things, and do not give up the pursuit of hope even when the cruelest end is approaching?

Death is not the opposite of life, but exists forever as a part of life.

Despair and hope are not incompatible. Without seeing despair, how can you feel the beauty of hope?

In Ms. Merritt's opinion, this film has transcended the good, evil, beauty, ugliness and ugliness of human nature that many directors try to show, and instead focuses on a higher level, about civilization, about humanity, about survival and destruction.

This is a perfect art film!

According to Ms. Merritt's standards, if she did not mix any personal stance in her evaluation, then this year's Palme d'Or would undoubtedly be "Spring Days Without a Quiet Place".

This meant that she had to remain silent about the film for a long time and not reveal details of the film to other audiences until the film was released to the public.

This is a perfect irony for Ms. Merritt.

She was like the protagonist, who watched the first half of the movie with great joy, but was struck by lightning at the ending of the second half and could not publicly curse the director.

And now, she is going to be an accomplice of this movie, just like those old witches who sent Amber to her death, allowing it to murder more people!

Although one is set in a fantasy context and the other in reality, the situations of the two inexplicably overlap.

"No, I can't accept it... I can't accept it..."

Ms. Merritt looked a little haggard.

The mental pollution made her consciousness blurred, and her calm thinking put her in a desperate situation.

Although, Ms. Merritt could have just ignored it and gone online and published in newspapers to judge Lu Ban and criticize "Spring Day Without a Fight", ruining his reputation and exposing his carefully designed ending in advance, she would only lose her job. Ms. Merritt could have done so easily out of anger.

But, despairingly, Ms. Merritt still had some sanity left.

She knew clearly that this movie might really leave her name in film history. It was a work of art, and the crazy ideas in her mind just now were no different from spraying a big "FUCK" on a painting by Van Gogh or Cézanne.

It was because she still had a shred of sanity that Ms. Merritt realized she could not destroy this work.

She even needs to help Lu Ban to carefully disguise the film as a warm love road movie, deceive all the audiences, let them walk into the cinema with the highest expectations, and then endure the sharpest knife.

Ms. Merritt, who persisted in art, would never have imagined that one day her pursuit of art would put her in a desperate situation.

"What else can I do?"

Ms. Merritt was silent for a long time. She opened the window and the humid air unique to the French countryside flowed into her lungs. The 43-year-old film critic lost all her goals at this moment.

"No matter what I do, I can't ask the director to change the ending, and I can't bring the dead people in the story back to life. What else can I do?"

She stared at the white mist floating across the woodland, glittering in the moonlight.

In the midst of desperation, Ms. Merritt felt the calling.

The call comes from the infinite height, from the starry sky; the call comes from the depths of the ocean, from the abyss of the seabed; the call comes from the center of the desert, from an unknown mausoleum.

She stood up.

She took off her shoes and stood on the windowsill.

The calls calmed Ms. Merritt's mind and she saw clearly where she was.

From the moment she clicked the play button, she was like Amber on a journey, with only one ending.

She couldn't escape anymore.

Taking a step forward, Ms. Merritt wanted to step into that calling.

At this moment, her dog suddenly rushed into the screening room and barked twice, which brought Ms. Merritt back to her senses.

"Ouch!"

When she turned to look at her dog, she slipped and fell off the windowsill.

“Woof woof woof!”

The dog barked back**On the damp night the dog came to the windowsill and looked down.

Ms. Merritt fell into the grass, her body covered with scrapes. When she came to, she screamed as if she had broken a bone.

As she tried to stand up and call for help, Ms. Merritt was still replaying the scenes in the movie in her mind.

She knew very well that her dreams would be related to it for a long time to come.

She also understood the intention of those colleagues who sent her emails.

The best way to deal with this movie is to recommend it to anyone you meet!