Write a review of this 100-year-old film on the last day of 2019. In the film, the dizzying high pavilion, the hustle and bustle of the crowd, and I sat in the front row of the double-decker bus, were all what I saw every day. I am about to enter the third year of this city of seven million people, and it is still unfamiliar and familiar. This year, just like Johney in the film, my Mary and I lived in the castle, took her to see the sunrise on the fields, picnics and posed for pictures; listened to the sea tide in the quiet night, soothed and warmed. I may make a rhetoric that one day I will be financially free, have two children, and go to the exotic scenery in the postcard. In the cubicle, I used the computer to do the same arithmetic problems. The salary slowly increased. The colleagues around me formed groups and learned to please the boss, and gradually they became the same. I tried hard but fell into mediocrity. I wanted to find my own uniqueness, opened this black and white silent film, and was surprised to find that there was no essential difference between my life and the experience of people a hundred years ago.
Although I am a realistic person, after watching this movie, I was still punched hard by the realism.
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