The truth is, if the so-called dream is like shit to the real you, then sticking to that ideal cannot be glorified as being persistent or persevering. In my mother's words, this behavior is called biting shit.
Edwood tried to copy the myth of Orson Welles without understanding the theory and technique of making movies, and in the end he only made a few broken eggs and saliva; similarly, if you just hold a broken guitar, you will only recognize six lines. I don't even know the stave, so I tried to roar out in the underground passages of Beijing for a future. It would be better to go home and feed the pigs. The reason why I have never liked inspirational films very much is that these films really like to emphasize the importance of the so-called "not abandoning, not giving up". Although this kind of precious will is lacking in modern society, it does not mean that Since this is the only requirement for success, all persistence must be based on the successful connection between ideal and reality. It's like saying that if I had to be a literary girl, I'd definitely end up killing myself like Sylvia, and even worse, because I don't have that artistic talent at all, and I won't write like her at all. I have published novels like "The Golden Bell Jar", so I have always been a literary girl in words, and a pure three-vulgar element in reality.
Of course, saying the above does not mean that dreams can be abandoned casually, because giving up hastily before determining that the ideal is garbage is equivalent to a shallow retreat, and how to define whether the dream is shit is a painful and long process. The extremely rational judgment of oneself requires constant weighing and judgment. This part has not been smoothed out yet, so I will not elaborate, but I think Edwood did not rationally recognize his own situation until he died.
Another reason I don't appreciate Edwood as much as others is that he never thought, no matter how frustrated he was, that the problem was his own ignorance. Being a director is never something that can be solved with just a few "cut" or "perfect", not even a B-movie, not to mention Edwood is a director who wants to be as great as Orson Welles. people. Turning a blind eye to the obvious cross-cutting in the movie, and treating the sloppy performances and moves as noble art, such a director is like a clown jumping beams in my eyes. Putting oneself to a considerable height and then replacing reality with one's own imagination is the reason why quite a few people eventually become Luther. How can they expect to do better next time if they rely on others for all the reasons for their failures!
But Depp is a great irony for Edwood's exquisite portrayal and the quality of this B-movie. Of course these are all for later.
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