Lately, most of my time at home has been spent. Reading, writing, watching movies, daze, anxiety, and then calm down. I didn't feel bad, but S said that if I continued to live in my own world, I would really become an idiot. Oh, who cares, if you want to continue living, you must accept some of the aftermath of life.
S sent me a disc of "UP" with a copy of "Mary and Max" engraved by her and a letter. It's not that I haven't received a letter for a long time, it's just that I haven't received an 8-page letter for a long time. I love to read letters, handwritten, when I touch the dent that stays on the page because I swiped, when I smell different inks This kind of inexplicable smell, when I think of the letter writer bowing his head and frowning, writing quickly, I will be very happy, this kind of happiness, for me, is the most simple. I still remember when S went to Beijing to see "UP" and we couldn't help crying when we used up all the tissues on our body. It was so stupid and gorgeous. The letter S said, hurry up and read "Mary and Max" and read the 10-page letter written to me...
Clay animation. Small clay houses, small clay BBQ stoves, small bottles and jars, lonely bodies that no one came to claim. There is always such a kind of person in the world, who is left halfway through life, tormented by the actual wind and rain without wind and rain, always waiting for the angel's shade, waiting for reincarnation. The world of Mary and Max was originally a dark day. The elderly and children, a group of people who have no one to pick up their belongings, are secluded in a small room, as a speck of dust, even after countless deep breaths, they are still lonely and claustrophobic.
Aside from being a little fat, Mary and Max are so different. One of them is an 8-year-old Australian girl, and the other is a 44-year-old middle-aged American man, but the relationship they communicated through letters was completely different. maintained for 20 years. It turns out that there are strangers who have the most tacit understanding in the world, and this other self that cannot be separated from the soul will become the most cherished friend in life.
The clue of this movie is very simple, but it covers my unpredictable life force. After two people with huge gaps became pen pals, they developed a friendship that exceeded expectations for 20 years. What kind of friendship can be so long and short, and it is on the body of the old friend. It's not that I'm shocked, it's just that the years I've lived to date are only 20 years.
The colors in the part about mary are warm, and little mary's grandfather tells her she came out from under a beer mug. And Mary's vulgar mother was a heavy sherry addict. Mary's father was very silent. He spent time with tea bags at work, and hid in the basement after get off work to do bird stuffing. I'm thinking that this child may not be the aftermath of a love affair. Therefore, if you are not born out of love, how can you live without love? Neglected little Mary's only friends are a rooster who survived the journey to the slaughterhouse, and a homophobic old man, Len. In addition, the only thing that made her feel warm was the pen pal Max who had never met in the United States. And the comfort that max gave her transcended her life experience.
The part about Max is always greyed out. Max is an obese Jewish man with a fierce temperament who has Asperger's Syndrome (for which I dig out a book I haven't read in a long time). And let his life in New York plunge into complete chaos. Reclusive, cowardly, nervous. Before he met mary, the only way he could relieve his fear and anxiety about the world was by overeating, and the medicine that worked best for him was not Prozac, but chocolate hot dogs. He once ate 36 hot dog chocolates at one time; in fact, people like all kinds of bracing when they are unhappy. Mary looks like one of the few bright spots in his life, the little red flower on his kosher hat that forever lights up his grey path full of cracks, banana peels and cigarette butts. All wounds will also be scarred from indulgence. That smear of red makes me feel warm, maybe, because it is the only life with color.
They write about friendship, autism, the nature of the situation, psychiatry, alcoholism, why mothers give birth to children, obesity, kleptomania, gender differences, trust, dog mating, and phobias of unfamiliar environments. There are too many vulgar and sophisticated information that seems to be pure, which may make people with conservative moral values feel uncomfortable. Especially this film is still in the form of animation, which naturally brings greater emotions. Gap. But I really enjoy the feeling that this watch is actually a natural way for people to understand the rules of expression in black fairy tales.
In this world full of cracks, mary and max are trying their best and sincerely to be another type of people in the cement forest. They are not loved but love each other. They live cold but die warm. Friendship, self and self-analysis are the forces that lead people to watch silently, and this force is actually the most primitive force in life. It’s just that human beings now care about outer space more than the earth itself.
Unlike up, I didn't shed too many tears this time, I was just too focused, looking for how that inadvertent red, in the world of black and gray, can continue to exist. In the cold world, if there is only a little warmth, it will be magnified infinitely, in order to live in the black, white and gray of pain, and softly tell those who you love and miss, it is not terrible to be abandoned by the world, and I can still see it in my eyes. Leave it alone, your decadent charm. Even if I live only as a tiny dust in the cracks of the one-way street, in the tiny space where I live, I breathe for your existence. This is the friend, the hardest to meet, and the easiest to lose.
The lamp in the room is not too bright, or it is just dark again. I was so exhausted and sleepy that I wanted to lie down in bed immediately to death. S, I miss you so much. I will do my best to write the ten-page reply letter. I hope you, like me, will be happy to receive the letter. I think when we are old, the letters we have written are pasted on the four walls and the ceiling, and the happiness within reach will send us to another paradise.
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