"The human mind, aroused by an insistence for meaning, seeks and finds nothing but contradiction and nonsense. (The human mind, aroused by an insistence for meaning, seeks and finds nothing but contradiction and nonsense
. When the speculative lines appeared in the eighth episode, it should be said that the second season of "Frozen" is not only satisfied with the aesthetic level of nostalgic complex, black humor, and violent aesthetics, but is trying to rise to a certain level. Questions about the philosophy of life. Although the answer to the questioning is still a return to family warmth-standard American middle-class values, the questioning process throughout the season is intriguing.
To think or to be Or to be - to accept the impermanence of fate without question, to fulfill the assigned responsibilities in life? The questions surrounding two completely different attitudes towards life were thrown to Peggy and Betsy at the beginning of the episode, the two female characters who were most talked about in the show.
Peggy - a woman who is always "thinking about life", never satisfied with "the present," and who is always dreaming of "poetry and distance". Although the real world outside her thinking is not kind to her - her hard-working and pragmatic husband dotes on her very much, and plans to have children with her, run a store, and start a beautiful life, but for Peggy, living in Peggy, It is still just a "museum of the past", not worthy of nostalgia and cherishing. Therefore, when an accident happened—she drove down a family member of a gangster force, she did not follow the normal behavior pattern—call the police or ask for help, but drove the car back to the “car accident scene” in panic and confusion. home, which started all the disorder and chaos that followed.
Perhaps, subconsciously, this car accident was not so much an accident for Peggy, but an opportunity to break the peace and escape from real life, say goodbye to the turbulent, step-by-step old life in the violent shock, and start The door to an unknown new world, although this new world completely beyond her control is like Pandora's box, which makes her terrified and overwhelmed.
The life after Peggy's twist ended in ruin, but it seems that it is still difficult for us to attribute all the faults and sins to Peggy's thinking. Because after all Peggy is not a profound thinker, not even an independent woman. As a hairdresser in a small border town, Peggy's source of ideas is extremely poor - fashion magazines, movie clips, talking with colleagues to piece together all other clues about her life thinking. Therefore, in the vision for the future that she created based on this, there is no clear content and goal, but only the specious "becoming the best version of yourself" and "developing your greatest potential" (with various modern inspirational, chicken soup essays) In the same way) - even though she doesn't actually know herself (this is also a common symptom of the modern misuse of "chicken soup": trying to transcend oneself before knowing oneself).
Predictably, Peggy's life was doomed to be unfortunate even without the car accident that accidentally broke into life. From the moment she began to "seek an explanation for her life", doubts were like a nightmare that she could never get rid of, pervading every corner of her life, waiting for an opportunity. From this soil of questioning, the denial of reality and the blind yearning for the unknown grow. Therefore, even when she is about to be imprisoned, Peggy is still thinking "to choose, to be yourself, not to meet other people's expectations". The root of Peggy's life tragedy lies not only in her inability to build a new life under the turbulent desire to break the old life; it is also in her inability to distinguish between the desire to escape and the fascination of the heart which is better, so she fundamentally loses the possibility of the best choice sex. As her husband Ed said of her, "You always try to fix everything, but sometimes nothing breaks at all".
In stark contrast to Peggy's unfortunate life, Betsy, the wife of the hero Lou in the play, has already entered the countdown to her life due to cancer when she appears. Unlike Peggy, Betsy's wisdom and happiness lies in the fact that she never engages in "god laughing" thinking - so Camus is just a stupid Frenchman to her, and life means as much to her as she herself As the saying goes, "complete the given work within a given time" - whether the given person is God in religion, social responsibility in modern ethics, or the emotions of people around you.
It is out of this unmistakable belief in life that Betsy's life is content and quiet, so it is inherently optimistic and calm - not complaining, not harsh, not demanding, and even rarely panic about death when the deadline is approaching. . In the last period of her life, Betsy still fulfilled her role as dutifully as always—daughter, wife, mother, comforting herself and caring for those around her.
So, when Noreen, a literary girl, asked Betsy how she felt about death, citing Camus' famous quote "Knowing we're going to die makes life boring", she didn't hesitate to say with disdain: "This Camus must not have a six-year-old daughter". The responsibility and emotion to her daughter, her husband, and her father interpret the basic value of her life. Meanwhile, in the police car, when Peggy is still agonizingly resorting to life being unfair to her character, the actor Lou has to interrupt her to remind her, "Peggy, a lot of people died (because of you)." For the question "To think or to be?" that runs through the season, the writer finally chose to give the answer in the framework of life and death: if it can't exist, thinking itself is ridiculous.
Perhaps, such an answer is not just a rebuke to Peggy, but an interrogation of human thinking. Because, after all, when we face the complex and ever-changing life with our limited lives, and try to seek reasonable explanations, who is not the Peggy with poor thinking and lack of ability? In this regard, it is better to practice existence instead of thinking arrogantly, and regard life itself as a kind of belief-even if this belief carries the helpless loss after repeated attempts and the self-deceiving optimism after having no choice, just like Kafka. What he once told us:
"It cannot be said that we lack faith, but the simple fact of our life is inexhaustible in its value of faith."
"Is there any value in it? One has to live."
"Precisely in this inability there is the mad power of faith, in this negation that power takes its shape."
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