I've been wanting to watch this movie for a while (that's the thing, I want to do a lot, but I'm just lazy to do it, maybe this is the day-dreamer that is often said).
This stuff is a biographical film, at least I think so, Detroit in 1995, as if I saw the depression and dissatisfaction brought by the post-industrial age. Iron-grey vistas, rumbling machines in the factory, leaving his girlfriend, and a terrifying mother, everything poured out in front of such a young man.
What do we expect from him, he's not Spider-Man, or Superman, or some sort of Popeye. He is using his own music to tell his life, maybe this is not a resistance, just a kind of telling, passing his own feelings to others, this is the greatest commonality of the so-called art for human beings - freezing emotions, Save, share.
Leave your girlfriend, and the girlfriend you just met. She was so different, so special, and seemed to crave him more than anything and even life. In fact, reality will never be as beautiful as dreams. For her own future, in order to stand out, or for a momentary pleasure, she would also sell her body.
How can this be? Actually not, the movie shows us that em won the last sentence, and won the most incisively and vividly, but he still chose to leave, because at this moment, maybe he knew where the road ahead was and found what he wanted to do.
The meaning of life Don't always ask this kind of question that seems esoteric but actually empty, find your way and go on, maybe there is light not far away.
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