タイトルに惑わされる
邦題「ネクロメンティア Necromentia」というスリラー映画があります。
Necroとか付いてるのでなんとなくホラーであることは察せます。まあ多少見た目がエグいのあるよ、と伝える効果は抜群ですが、そこにとらわれるとわけがわからなくなる映画です。
もともとの邦題は「レイザー」のようです。
(「SAWレイザー」という邦題だったこともあるそうです→ Filmarks)
この宣伝から察するに「SAW」や「ヘルレイザー」のファンなら飛びつくだろうと日本では想定されていたのでしょう。
「ヘンタイだよ〜〜エグいよ〜」みたいな?
※一旦「ネクロメンティア Necromentia」の話は引っ込めます※
私は「ヘルレイザー」を一度だけ観たことがあります。
『ピンヘッドの見た目がなんかかっこいい、ジョジョっぽいwww』
でもいくら好きだった男(フランク)だと雖もジュリアが見た目のエグい生き返ったフランクに心酔することに嫌悪感が出てしまい続編は一切見ていません( -᷄ω-᷅ )
ヘルレイザーのネタバレはここが詳しく書いてあります。
※「ネクロメンティア Necromentia」の話に戻ります※
まあそんな私が観ているので「ネクロメンティア Necromentia」はヘルレイザーぽさは無いはずです。強いて言うなら「あの世」=「地獄」なところか・・・んなこと言ったら、どんな映画でも当てはまるわ!!!!!ヘルレイザーぽさは無い!!!無いよ!!!
それより「悪魔っぽい世界観」と思い込むと途中わけが分からなくなります。
そう!初めてみたときの私がそれ!!!!(分からなかったので2回観てる)
惑わされず、セリフ通りに受け止めればいい。
簡単に言うと未来から始まって過去に行く流れです。
だから「はっ?モービウスって誰よ?今さらっと言ったけど誰よっ?もしかして悪魔かなんか・・・」と誤解しました。私は・・・。
とにかく「誰?」と思っても名前はとりあえず記憶しておかないと、うまく時系列が把握できなくなります。
悪魔っぽい者どもは出てきます。でもオカルトな知識がないととても解明できない存在ではなく、『OKOKOK!!!お前悪魔なんだな?ハイハイ』と思って観ればいいです!(とりあえず「悪魔」)
未来から過去へ一本に繋がります。
最初は「愛するエリザベスを亡くした冴えない男(ヘイブン)が愛するゆえにエリザベスの遺体を手放せない哀れなやつ」かと思いきや・・・
悪役に見えた人たちの過去が見えてくるにつれ、印象が変わっていきます。
みんな可哀想・・・
障害をもった弟(トーマス)の介護費がままならず、やばい職業をするトラヴィスは心が弱くて(弱って?)おクスリに頼って、「飛ぶ」たびに悪魔に会う。
しかしその悪魔も後半に進むにつれ「おまえ!もとニンゲンか!」と気づくし、トーマスは自殺願望強くてミスタースキニーという豚を幻想してるし・・・ここから先は見てのお楽しみとしておきましょう。
この作品の監督Pearry Reginald Teo Zhang Pingliさんは2023/3/9に亡くなったそうです・・・
US-based S'porean director Pearry Reginald Teo dies aged 44
もう監督作品は観れないのかあ。残念。
予告はこれ。
アマプラで見放題になってます。
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Part 18 [end] | previous chapters linked on sidebar!
The initial plan was for Qing Qiu to send a retinue, personally led by Wei Wuxian, to pick up Lan Wangji and the rest of the bridal procession from the Nine Heavens. No expenses were to be spared—both Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang had had a lot of fun (perhaps a little too much fun) designing the bridal palaquin that would transport Lan Wangji from his quarters at the Palace of Enlightenment to his new home with Wei Wuxian in the Fox Den of Qing Qiu, and they had certainly not skimped out on the wedding gifts either—and for a while everyone had been happy. Except then Lan Qiren had gotten hold of the palanquin designs and thrown a fit, deeming it unsuitably gaudy and ostentatious for an esteemed member of the Nine Heavens Imperial Family.
Which, okay fair. Maybe having a pair of Bi Yi Niao drawing the palanquin had been a bit much. But still! That doesn’t mean Lan Qiren gets to cancel the bridal procession altogether!
So they had to compromise. They’ll keep the bridal procession and the palanquin if they do away with the bridal veil and the Bi Yi Niao. Which leaves him here, outside the Palace of Enlightenment with Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang at his side, facing off with Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue.
“Uh, so how does this work, exactly?” Wei Wuxian mutters under his breath, nudging Nie Huaisang with an elbow.
“They’re supposed to give you a challenge!” Nie Huaisang says, fluttering his fan excitedly in front of his face. “Something to prove your love and devotion!”
My what now?
He turns to the two imposing figures in the doorway and gulps.
“Taizi-dianxia, Chifeng-zun,” he laughs weakly. “Have you eaten yet? We’ve brought...cakes! And pastries! Please, have your fill!”
Lan Xichen smiles.
“Thank you for the kind offer, Xiao-dianxia,” he says, “but we have already eaten. Why don’t we focus on the task at hand, hmm?”
There’s a vaguely threatening twinkle in his eye that sends chills down Wei Wuxian’s spine and himself almost crashing into Jiang Cheng on his other side.
“What does Taizi-dianxia propose then?” Jiang Cheng asks, drawing himself up to his full height. It’s an admirable attempt at making himself appear more threatening, but he’s up against Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen, which pretty much speaks for its effectiveness (or lack thereof).
Well, at least he tried. Wei Wuxian can give him that.
“Mingjue-xiong, what was the purpose of this exercise again?” Lan Xichen asks, voice light and airy. “To prove Xiao-dianxia’s love and devotion for Wangji, was it?”
The grin Nie Mingjue gives them is anything but light and airy. Nie Huaisang audibly gulps.
“I know just the thing.” He stretches out a hand and summons Baxia into his grasp. It glints menacingly in the sunlight. “How about a duel? If you defeat me, you may pass.”
“Is that a good idea, Da-ge?” Nie Huaisang pipes up from where he’s half-hiding behind Wei Wuxian. “We don’t want to hurt Wei-xiong before he’s had a chance to perform his duties!”
Wei Wuxian chokes and turns red immediately—Nie Huaisang is so dead. He’s going to kill him. How can he say something like that in front of the Crown Prince? Lan Wangji’s brother? Does he want to get him killed? He still hasn’t seen Lan Wangji in his wedding robes!
“Nie-xiong!” he hisses. To Nie Mingjue, he offers a deep bow. “Chifeng-zun, please spare your junior on his wedding day. How could I possibly hope to defeat you in combat?”
“Oh?” Nie Mingjue smirks. “Do you not want to be married then?”
“Chifeng-zun!” Wei Wuxian heaves an incredibly put-upon sigh. “Then you leave me no choice. Luckily, in situations like this, I can call upon my trusty brother to fight in my stead!”
He slings an arm around Jiang Cheng’s shoulders and shoves him forward with an encouraging shout, grinning wickedly at the abject terror on his face as he comes nose-to-chest with Nie Mingjue. Still, he grits his teeth and squares his shoulders and actually looks like he’s going to fight so Wei Wuxian has got to hand it to him—what a good brother! He’ll never compare him to a pufferfish again!
The moment is interrupted by Lan Xichen clearing his throat.
“While that’s all well and good,” he says mildly. “I think Wangji would prefer it if we didn’t destroy his courtyard, or injure his husband before the wedding. Why don’t we do something else?”
He swears he hears Nie Mingjue blow a raspberry. A very tiny, petulant one out of the corner of his mouth. But definitely a raspberry. But Lan Xichen appears not to have seen it, or at least pretends not to, as he waves his arm and a table appears in front of them with a blank scroll and a set of inks and brushes.
“Xiao-dianxia, if you will.” He motions for Wei Wuxian to take a seat. “I have a very simple task for you. Please write down all three thousand of the Lan family rules within the span of one joss stick.”
What?
“What?” he says aloud, dumbfounded. “All of them?”
Lan Xichen raises an eyebrow.
“You were gifted with a copy of them when you first arrived at the Nine Heavens,” he reminds him. “And again when we first sent pingli to your chambers at the beginning of this engagement. I trust you would have read them in preparation for your marriage. After all, these rules are very important to Wangji.”
He tops it all off with a beatific smile that has Wei Wuxian breaking out in a cold sweat. Okay, so he has read all three thousand rules before. Once. Sort of. Okay so maybe he’s skimmed them a bit. But to ask him to write them all down from memory just isn’t fair! He’s not even the one marrying into the Lan family! If anything, Lan Wangji should be the one to copy out Qing Qiu’s rules!
He forces a smile and picks up the brush.
“Of course,” he lies. “Of course I did.”
He’s about half a joss stick in when an idea strikes him and he scraps the page he’s been working on—he hears Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng groan and complain loudly and ignores them in favour of smoothing out a fresh piece of paper and setting brush to paper with gusto. They want him to demonstrate his knowledge of the Lan family rules? Well, he’ll give them one better.
He lifts the brush from the paper with a final flourish just as the last part of the joss stick crumbles away into dust. A splatter of ink gets onto Jiang Cheng’s robes, but he’s too busy setting aside the brush and picking up his masterpiece to acknowledge his angry muttering. He offers it to Lan Xichen with a bow.
“Taizi-dianxia,” he says. “For your inspection.”
Lan Xichen’s face softens as he takes in what Wei Wuxian has given him.
“Xiao-dianxia…”
It’s a picture of Lan Wangji sitting under the shade of a peach blossom tree, playing the guqin, from the first time he’d visited the Nine Heavens. He remembers climbing over the wall to escape his etiquette lessons and stumbling into the Palace of Enlightenment completely by accident while Lan Wangji had been practising. He remembers how the sunlight had shone through the branches of the tree just so to bathe him in an ethereal glow—if they had not been already immortal, Wei Wuxian could have sworn he was a fairy descended to earth—and the way his breath had caught in his throat at the sight.
It was the first time he remembers really seeing Lan Wangji.
Nie Huaisang is smiling behind his fan while admiring the portrait, and even Nie Mingjue looks grudgingly impressed by his work. Jiang Cheng folds his arms over his chest and scoffs, but he too has a pleased little quirk at the corner of his mouth.
“Well,” Lan Xichen says finally, lowering the portrait. “I believe you’ve quite surpassed the task we set for you, Xiao-dianxia. Here is your reward.”
He steps aside.
Lan Wangji is standing at the door to the main chambers on the other side of the courtyard, dressed in layers of red and gold silk fitted to perfection around his broad frame. Even the customary silver pins in his hair have been replaced by a single one made of gold, fashioned into the shape of a dragon and slotted through a guan of flowing golden clouds. His honey-gold eyes are wide and stunned, his mouth falling open just a sliver as he looks Wei Wuxian up and down.
“Wei Ying,” he breathes. Wei Wuxian flushes, his insides squirming in pleasure under his scrutiny.
And oh.
Oh.
Wei Wuxian presses a hand over his pounding heart in realisation.
“Lan Zhan,” he says, unable to stop the smile breaking out over his face. “I’m here!”
Lan Wangji hums, his eyes soft.
“Yes,” he agrees. “You are.”
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Aaaaaaand that’s a wrap on the main fic, folks! The next part after this is the wedding night, which I’ve already written and can be found in the master post. Everything written after this will be purely extras :)
Thank you for sticking with me through it all! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I’ll probably focus more on Shattered Mirrors while working on another WIP in the background, so please support SM too!
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