I think any film is private, and this documentary is also; I tried to read other people’s film reviews before writing it, but in the end I found that films or books express personal emotions and thoughts in the same way as people themselves, all the time. It is no longer subject to external comments, and the comments must be positive and negative, but maybe it is just because one or a few points touched me, and I feel that this is a good documentary telling my own story.
As said in the movie (My storytelling is what it is for me) telling one's own story with music is the value of music to her, so there is a story behind every song, and the listener may have experienced similar The events and the emotions conveyed by the songs are moved, sad, and angry; we love any kind of art or a certain artist, and ultimately we are watching, listening, and sighing our own stories from the perspective of a bystander. Isn't it the same for this documentary, even more so for me.
There's always some standard of beauty that you are not meeting. I like this sentence, and I feel a little sad in my heart, not only when she used to be thin on the screen, but also when others cast caring glances, I and she have the same reaction "I'm healthy." Only someone who has experienced an eating disorder understands the feeling of suddenly being out of control, not being able to see pictures of yourself or looking in the mirror, always having something you don't like, and then starting to abuse your body; I lament her bravery Admitting that she has an eating disorder, I don't know how many girls might realize their problems from her bravery and start to change and be kind to their bodies because there is always a voice to judge your appearance and body, whether you are thin or not Fat, or shapely, always has a label. I also started to think socially why, why do we want all women to be the same size, why we always point fingers at other people's appearance and body shape.
What finally brought me to tears was when she was playing the piano, with sweat-soaked hair on her forehead, as she recounted how she had to speak out in court a year ago about being sexually harassed and needing someone else Come to believe in yourself; I don't know why I am moved, maybe because I am a woman, I can understand and empathize with those "weak" women? Maybe it's because of that feeling of helplessness, trying to make others believe in yourself, no matter how loud, those hoarse voices are just clowns in the eyes of others? Perhaps it is the distrust of the courts and even the law all the time, that the law cannot protect justice, because black and white can be reversed, and human nature is ugly.
Finally, respect everyone deserves to be respected, and the Internet should not be a venue for bullying, whether it's for celebrities or ordinary people.
To say sorry or not to say sorry, that's a question.
View more about Miss Americana reviews
