Chocolate Paper Hallucination: A Descent into a Man’s Chaotic Subconscious

在一次绝望的抹除记忆行动中，他吸入巧克力纸的厌恶——试图窒息记忆的无用仪式。此刻这个男人游荡在“迷宫”里，清醒与梦境交融成一个无解之问：当每次遗忘都使他重生，逃离是否还有必要？

In a desperate act of erasure, he inhales the scent of chocolate paper—a futile ritual to suffocate his memory. Now, the man wanders a labyrinth where waking and dreaming bleed into one question: Can escape exist when every oblivion resurrects him?

导演：黎展泓
编剧：黎展泓
主演：吕顺
制片人：陈怡霏
摄影：肖鲁川
类型：实验短片
时长：3分钟
完成时间：2025年
对白语言：无对白
地区：香港

Director: Lai Chin Wang
Screenwriter: Lai Chin Wang
Cast: Lyu Shun
Producer: Chen Yifei
Cinematographer: Xiao Luchuan
Genre: Experimental Short Film
Length: 3 min
Year: 2025
Dialogue: No Dialogue
Region: Hong Kong

黎展泓以实验精神游走于多种创作类型。他的短片作品折射出对叙事形式日益浓厚的探索欲望，试图将独特的视觉语言与富有意义的主题相融合。藉由这初次尝试，他希望在检验短片创作边界的同时，持续向电影界同行汲取养分。

Lai Chin Wang embraces a spirit of experimentation across genres. His short films reflect a growing curiosity for narrative forms, attempting to blend distinctive visuals with meaningful themes. Through this initial exploration, he hopes to test the limits of short filmmaking while learning from the cinematic community.

从根本上说，这部作品是对逃避虚妄承诺的解刨。燃烧巧克力纸的行为——他在半梦半醒间目睹的仪式——成了试图转化情感残骸的宿命般尝试的强烈隐喻。如同炼金术士试图从铅中提炼黄金，男子似乎相信那甜腻的烟雾能够净化心碎。

男子醒来时漂流在临界世界，现实与梦境相互渗透。他的意识墙壁上投映着：关于那个人的闪烁记忆——未曾言明的紧张、残酷的离去、以及那种想要修补本就残缺之物的抓狂渴望。他的身体以仅存的语言作出回应：一场狂乱的舞蹈，每个舞步都试图抖落附着在他肌腱上的鬼魂。

这部电影构建了一个性心理的悬置地带，幻觉与酷儿创伤在此交融。锡纸的燃烧都成为遗忘的祈祷，然而这种吞噬行为反而将伤口蚀刻得更深。因此，这并非关于逃脱的故事，而是关于困局的寓言。

At its core, this work is an autopsy of escapism’s false promises. The act of burning chocolate paper – a ritual he witnessed in a hypnagogic state – became a visceral metaphor for our doomed attempts to transmute emotional residue. Like alchemists seeking gold in lead, my protagonist believes its saccharine smoke could purify heartbreak.

The man awakens to be adrift in a liminal world, reality and dream bleeding into each other. Projected on the walls of his mind: flickering memories of them—the unspoken tension, the cruel departure, the clawing need to fix what was never whole. His body responds in the only language left: a frenzied dance, each step trying to shake loose the ghosts clinging to his tendons.

The film constructs a psychosexual limbo where illusions bleed into queer trauma. Every burn of foil becomes a prayer to forget, yet the very act of consumption etches the wound deeper. So, this is not a story of escape but of entrapment.