I actually cried when Ginny in her white dress and flowers, beautiful, crazy, desperate, neurotic, and shouting hysterically to Micky, more like myself.
In the movie, she repeatedly said "rescue me" to Micky. She hopes that one day, she doesn't need to repeat "I don't like fishing" to the person in front of her, and one day, someone who understands her can take her escape this fucked life. Just like all the fantasies about love that we have ever had, "one day, he will wear a golden armor and a holy robe and come to pick me up on colorful clouds".
She doesn't seem to love the man in front of her very much. To her, the man in front of her was more like a buoy in the endless ocean, and she wanted to hug her frantically to stop herself from sinking. Because of this man, she began to dress herself up, appreciate herself, and talk about the beauty of being a movie actress when she was young, instead of being stuck with a husband who didn't understand her, a son with an arson complex, and a useless life of waitress. All her good hopes for life seem to be back.
But the man failed to save her, like we expected. Because, in truth, no one could save her. A man's fantasy is always his own, just like love is his own. All our lives, we long to find a person who fits our soul, but the fact is that this person probably does not exist, or it is too difficult to meet. Even if they are in the same relationship, the same thing, everyone sees a different picture, and their hearts are filled with different feelings. What's pathetically true is, all one can seek is the company of the body, and the soul can only walk alone.
There is nothing new under the sun. If Ginny and Micky are together, they will also face real life eventually, killing each other in trivialities, and may also seek novelty and excitement outside of a stable relationship, like Ginny cheat on her ex drummer husband. These men are not buoys, they are more It's like a stone, you desperately cling to one piece, but find that you can't save yourself at all, until you sink and feel drowned, let go and hug the other piece. This cycle goes on and on, and there is no peace.
So, when can we go ashore?
I think maybe it's when you're fed up with those torturous relationships, and when you're disgusted with the tight-knit, precarious self in those relationships, give up your fantasy and accept a normal way of feeling, and a life that's real and imperfect. Beside the person who accepts whatever you look like, doesn't need you to disguise yourself, and gives you a sense of security, willingly be a slightly fat but relaxed and happy wife. Maybe then you can escape the ups and downs of the bitter sea, and find that the back is the shore.
The Ferris wheel turns like reincarnation, with charming light and shadow, beaming playground music, mocking everything cliché.
But you've got options, you always have.
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