看了西班牙導演艾慕杜華的驚慄新作《我的華麗皮囊》（La peau que j'habite），猶有餘悸。關於這戲，仿佛沒什麼好說，只有濃重的震憾，卻又似乎有很多很多可說。戲中的畫面含蓄而富象徵意義，導演的說故事技巧更是意想不到。戲牽起有關復仇與愛情、囚禁與自由、身分與本質的討論，我仍在嘗試理解。戲中人想逃離原有的生活，後來可有達到了？我們如何可達到真正的自由？
延伸閱讀：
衛報影評
http://www.guardian.co.uk/film/2011/aug/25/the-skin-i-live-in-review
洛杉磯時報影評
http://articles.latimes.com/2011/oct/14/entertainment/la-et-skin-i-live-in-20111014
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一天晚上，獨自在辦公室時，飛來了一隻鳥。牠從門進來，卻找不到出口，一味來來回回地向玻璃窗衝去。我看着猶自着急。可幸稍後牠終於找到門，遠走高飛。
也許我們周圍也有這些看不見的牆，我們一股勁兒向前衝，落得焦頭爛額。
寫到這兒，你可以向好處想：只要嘗試，外面就是寬闊藍天；也可以向壞處想：怎麼四處都是牆？
要向什麼方向想，一線之差。
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Tonight I'm trying to make sense of reality - there're a lot about life I don't understand. It's not that I'm upset or anything; it's just that this weird feeling has taken control over my heart. I picked up The Consolation of Philosophy after dinner and tried to clear the fog in my mind, but it doesn't seem to work. I tried to write about it but I cannot quite verbalize the feeling. Maybe it's okay. We all live with questions in mind.
I should thank the Lord for being there for me always - He's the anchor of my soul.
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