Pinot

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sideways——斜向，橫向，側對著。要看清生活，可經歷，可跳脫。電影裡的人在經歷，螢幕前的觀眾在側對觀察。杯酒人生這個譯名也貼切，不同葡萄不同木桶不同地理不同天氣，造就味道千變氣質不同的酒。不願妥協被埋沒、不願被當做高樓玻璃上的指紋般不存在的、渴望被懂得被明白的人，都是需要耐心的人來發掘的Pinot。

-Why are you so into pinot? I mean, it's like a thing with you.
-It's a hard grape to grow. As you know, Right?It's uh...It's thin-skinned, temperamental, ripens early. It's, you know, it's not a survivor like cabernet, which can just grow anywhere and thrive even when it's neglected. No, pinot needs constant care and attention, you know? And in fact, it can only grow in these really specific, little tucked-away corners of the world. And only the most patient and nurturing of growers can do it, really. Only somebody really takes the time to understand pinot's potential, can then coax it into its fullest expression. And then? I mean...Oh it's flavors, they're just the most haunting and brilliant and thrilling and subtle and ancient on the planet. No, I mean, you know, cabernets can be powerful and exalting too, but they seem prosaic to me, for some reason, by comparison.
 
三年半前第一次看時，自知「只看了一遍我不確定自己看懂了什麼，慢慢體味」。今天在資料館大螢幕重看，伴著古舊膠片的引導，自覺嗅到了其中如酒沉澱的醇香。再回頭看三年半前所記的短評，幾乎不願與那時的自己相認。經歷的力量在揮發，當然...也在讓人變老。

葡萄美酒尚且常常辜負，何況生活。但如同打破的臉，破損的車，都可以修復。「去年都在離婚，今年都在結婚。」 像Jack一樣得到一段婚姻不難，難的是你選擇了投胎做Pinot而不想讓自己糟踐在不懂得品味的人的嘴裡。
而怕的是，時間一拉長，漸漸絕望，連1961年的Cheval Blanc都可以毫不在乎的倒進塑料杯中。"I'm so insignificant, I can't even kill myself."

"The marrow of his bone," I repeated aimlessly. This, at last, penetrated my mind. Phineas had died, from the marrow of his bone flowing down his blood stream to his heart. I did not cry then or ever about Finny. I did not cry even when I stood watching him being lowered into his family's straitlaced burial ground outside of Boston. I could not escape the feeling that this was my own funeral, and you do not cry in that case.
絕望中的Miles藉由英語課學生之口，用A Separate Peace（獨自和解）傾訴出自己的心聲。憤怒好過悲傷，悲傷勝過絕望。心已入土，幸而電話答錄機里還有一條留言。

知音難覓，一個足矣。Pinot等來了耐心的種植入，書有沒有出版又有什麼所謂？
從來是灰藍色調的Miles穿上了一身紅襯衫，敲響Maya的房門，落幕，如同書中結局的留白，這就夠了。