Overall it was good, but for almost two hours it was like water flowing through and didn't touch me deeply. Seems to be missing something.
Personally, I prefer stories that dive deep into simple interpersonal relationships and focus on subtleties. Patterson and Laura are both immortal couples, and they seem to be separated by a wall that cannot be bypassed. I was always worried that Patterson would suddenly come to a decisive end, but he didn't. He would swallow a glass of water, close his mouth and exhale through his nose, and then continue to show a gentle and tolerant look. He seemed to be deliberately trying to maintain a good relationship with Laura, but was a little too polite. Or maybe it's another expression of deep love.
Patterson's daily path is almost the same, which makes people reflect on their own life. We too are in this living cycle. But every day's story is slightly different. He listened to the conversations of the passengers on the bus with a smile on the corners of his mouth. Even when two low-level males are bragging about women, he finds it cute.
There is a sense of humor in the film. When several pairs of young, not young twins showed up, I guess Patterson was thinking about the dream Laura said. The postbox that was crooked every day turned out to be kicked by my own dog. The distress of Paterson's colleagues is like a waterfall. Does Laura know that Patterson goes to the bar every day and leaves the dog waiting outside? The little brother who sings rap is very funny when he practices seriously. There are emotional dramas going on in the bar every day. Even if he wears the same work clothes and carries the same lunch box every day, his life full of stories will not be impossible, not to mention that he also writes poetry.
After Patterson's poem was shredded by Marvin, he said to the dog, "I don't like you anymore." In fact, he felt a little regret and a lot of relief in his heart. Does he know that his poems are forever immersed in the details of life, like muttering to himself under the water. Not that the poems are bad, it's just that it's less important whether they exist on paper. Their life lies in Patterson's flowing life. Torn apart, there will be new notebooks and new poems. Shredding is also a good thing.
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