I have been thinking about a question these days. Regarding the specific definition of the word love, there seems to be a trend now, that is, no matter what, I want to find a standard answer for them, and I want to follow the absolutely correct line. I bury my head and walk down, but you know, this kind of absolute correctness simply doesn't exist. The relationship between Beverly and Avery looks deformed and paranoid, because they are too dependent on each other, and this balance will be broken if only one of the ends collapses. There were originally two completely different people, the sensitive and introverted brother, the sleek and extroverted brother, one frivolous and the other serious. Finally, in the room full of broken trash and sour vomit, when the music rang, I saw I knew it when the two brothers moved stiffly and unconsciously into the room in almost the same posture. In fact, they are just one person, a reflection of the different aspects of a person, and we are like this. The bodies live completely different. One of the two people, one is cheerful, longing for friends, longing for new things, and one is inferior and introverted, just want to return to the shadow that no one will hurt him, and want to hide himself completely. Sometimes I think about hiding that bad self, one of the self I don’t like, and then I realize that it’s impossible, me in the sun, me in the shadow, we It is a relationship of mutual dependence.
At the end of the film, the younger brother tried to get rid of his elder brother, put on new clothes, changed his face and wanted to find his beloved woman and put into a new life, but he failed. The blank eyes when the younger brother lay down on his elder brother were really desperate. It's as if we can never escape the other self. All attempts to change will lead to the same goal, which is to destroy oneself.
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