Everyone has a psychedelic park in their hearts.

Hester 2022-01-28 08:22:24

After watching "Psychedelic Park" and then "Elephant", the first impression is that Gus Van Sant has a strong preference for blond teenagers.
The second feeling, just like the classic "everyone has a Brokeback Mountain in their hearts", I feel that "everyone has a psychedelic park in their hearts".
About this movie, I want to tell it in my own way.
Gus Van Sant's No. 2 blonde beauty Gabe Nevins is an ordinary college student with a hobby of skateboarding. He has both parents and a 13-year-old younger brother. He currently lives with his mother and younger brother. He has a friend, an admirer, and a lovely girlfriend. Like most American teenagers, he faces the divorce of his parents, the emotional crisis, and the loneliness in his life.
He is very ordinary, has his own small circle, has his own world. He loves skateboarding, but he doesn't see it as life, and he's not a manipulator of the craft. He has a girlfriend, he has enough time to accompany her, and she has a good personality and is full of energy. The two often laugh together, but rarely have a common language. He is also concerned about breaking up because the other party is a virgin. Have a heart. He doesn't care about the divorce of his parents, he seems so calm because he has adjusted to the life of his parents separated, can it be worse than this? He has a younger brother with a cheerful personality. He is willing to accompany his younger brother to listen to his silly anecdotes, but he can't listen to a word. He doesn't care about the outside world, like the Iraq war, because he knows very well what he can't do. All he needs is a little happiness, a little satisfaction, until he finally died in peace, and he didn't feel that he had a life worth remembering, and he didn't experience any pain. His life will always be in such a small circle. If all is well, this is it.
Until he, who seemed indifferent to everything, began to enter another circle, a big circle.
When friends told him to go there, he told him he wasn't ready. Friends said to him, who is ready to go where?
Life is always like this, no matter what happens, people are caught off guard. The big circle, the big circle is not so simple, there are many rules in the big circle, so many people can't remember it, as if there are no rules. The big circle is the world in which life is serial.
In the psychedelic park, he saw many people just like him. Skateboarders, music players, street runners, marijuana dealers. They built a castle for themselves at their own expense as their shelter, why a skate park? Actually there is more than just skateboarding, inline or bikes (short guys only, because the park is under the bridge), any roller skating. The sports equipment for roller skating is a walking tool, which can be carried with you, which is better for those who wander. Even in their own habitat, they are the same wandering. The soul dwells here, again and again.
He came like a qibla, with his skateboard. He was not in a hurry to end, but sat down and watched. Look at those who stay here, those blurred faces have an expression. Being here makes him feel comfortable. In this world outside of others, in their world. Relative to his small circle, here is the real big circle. As soon as he appeared, he was caught in a big circle. He likes it here, out of the love of the soul.
He told himself that I fell in love with this place because I liked seeing those people. Like himself, a wanderer who wanders on the edge of the world of others and himself.
The homeless man the blond boy knew, while his friend was playing in the pool. He came up after only two laps, and sat until the men disturbed him and surrounded him.
The tramp asked him a few times why he didn't slip, and he said, I'm waiting for someone. I am waiting. I am waiting. Who are you waiting for? Waiting for Godot, waiting for someone who doesn't exist to pull him out of this world. He's not ready yet.
The tramp said, if you let me play with your skateboard, I'll let you play with my horse.
He agreed. He lent him his skateboard, but showed little interest in the woman. It's not that kind of "wife swap", he doesn't see skateboarding as his sweetheart concubine. As said at the beginning, he treats himself with indifference, not that kind of enthusiasm.
The homeless man failed and came back and told him if he wished to have a beer with them or ride a train.
He wasn't interested in beer, but picking up the train was like giving it a try.
They went to pick up the train together on Saturday. He went to a friend's house, the old trick of a kid, doing whatever he wanted while his parents weren't home alone. The friend was not at home and went to his Ma Zi ML; but he refused to go to her friend's house with his girlfriend for the sake of the psychedelic park.
He borrowed a car from his mother and lied about going to a friend's house for the night to see a sports show. He wandered around the city for a long time and seemed to be wasting time. Eating fast food, listening to music, driving in the rain, watching those neon lights, passing sight again and again. He enjoys spending his time in whatever way is most comfortable. Besides, he had nothing to do and no choice.
The skateboarder and the homeless went to the railway line next to the psychedelic park. When the railway line is changed, the train will slow down. They use this gap to get on the train, stick to the wagon and dash along with the train. The tramp was smoking a cigarette, obviously an old hand. I know the joy of speed that can make your palms sweat with excitement.
Their behavior was discovered by the railway security guard, and the old man chased them and stabbed them with batons, hoping that they would come down. As a result, the young man pushed the old man and let the old man fall on another railway. He was crushed by the speeding train, and he was struggling on the ground.
The tramp ran away, leaving only the teenager. He jumped out of the car and walked over to check if the old man was still alive. The security reached out to him, but he shattered his head in horror. with his skateboard. This proved for the second time that he did not regard the skateboard as his life, he let the skateboard stained with blood as the murder weapon, and threw the murder weapon over the bridge.
Along the way, he may have ideological struggles, and repeatedly persuaded himself to surrender. His reasoning is that everyone has the right to defend himself, and everyone defends himself. But he was cowardly, and this reason could not erase his guilt. Just like lying to tell a lie, he chose to cover up his sin with sin. He took off his bloodstained clothes and walked away in a panic. Although it happened in the middle of the night, all this was seen by others.
Driving back to a friend's house in his mother's car, he still thinks he should talk to someone. Preferably an adult, such as a father. But where did he go to find his father?
He stripped himself as fast as he could, and wrapped his clothes and evidence in a black plastic garbage bin. Taking a shower, he hung his head, his blond hair covering his face. The warm water drowned him, and he slowly fell under the shower, perhaps sitting, perhaps kneeling. I couldn't make out his expression, but I thought he was crying, for the fear and loneliness he felt in the warmth. Sometimes I do the same, bowing my head to the sense of oppression that does not exist in the warm water like tears.
After taking a shower, I changed into my friend's clothes (flower arrangement: my mother came in when the beautiful boy was almost naked, she stared at me for a long time after seeing the screen, until the screen changed, so I was seriously warned, 囧), called my uncle. Immediately regretting it again, he dropped the phone and held his head in silence on the sofa and collapsed for a long time. Finally, he fell asleep on the sofa and slept until dawn.
When he got home in the morning, he threw his clothes in the trash on the way. I explained to my mother the reason for coming back so early, and continued to lie. He changed his clothes in a hurry, his mother asked about the phone, but he still lied. He later decided to buy a new skateboard, since the original one had been dumped in the river, and would soon be packed in sealed plastic tape and tagged as evidence in the police department's archives.
Then, the murders were in the news; the police came to his school again and again to investigate, to investigate him, and all the skateboarders. He found that every skateboarder had been to a psychedelic park, and likewise, they were not ready, and they went again and again, and they were still not ready. If he went again, he thought, he wouldn't be ready either.
His life changed because of this. He began to have inexplicable pressure, which has been bothering him, making him uncomfortable, disturbing, and overwhelmed. He still loves skating, still weird in some people's eyes. Because of this he had the courage to break up with his girlfriend, even though they did, she gave him the virgin, so he made her very angry and disappointed. His admirers took the opportunity to approach him, trying to grope his life and give him advice. In fact, she did too, but she was still far from entering his circle.
Her advice to him was to write a letter to the person he had hurt, in other words, to the dead person. She hoped that he could take her as the recipient, hope that he could tell the truth in the letter, express clearly his true feelings, his apologies, his regrets, his guilt, his fears. He did so.
His father has finally gone far away, still keeping in touch with his mother, but he will never come back, entrusting everything to his lawyer. Before leaving, the father hoped to have a good talk with his son, but it did not come true. He remained indifferent to it, and lived his uncertain life. He has long been trapped in that circle, layer after layer.
After his father left he went to his uncle's house and started writing letters, after school, after writing the report, before going to bed, in the study, in the fields. He finally wrote the letter, and the investigation of this case, like other cases in the United States, has been without progress for a long time. He's not worried at all, I think all he'll do is wait for his arrest to confess his guilt and wait for justice. If he is lucky, he will be free from punishment for the rest of his life, and he will not pray and repent for it. Because he wrote that letter overnight and burned it. Fireworks jumped in the dark night, sending the letter to heaven. He returned to his former life, vague, trivial, uncertain, specious, indefinable. Living like us in a meaningless, helpless, and no-choice emptiness, trapped in one's own circle day by day, tangled up a little bit, until death, as docile and silent as an animal.
We are not ready for anything but death.
Let's talk about things other than the plot.
The movie is not too beautiful, I mean that literary beauty. But it's chic, as you can tell from the cast (...the nympho is innocent). The weird ones should be those BGMs, lol. Some of them are very suitable for the picture, some are very suitable for the plot, but the style of the music really makes me speechless. I like the shots of the whole film, the few shots of skateboarding, the shot of him walking in the park, the shot of taking a bath... The slow motion brings a very good feeling, there is no language, it gives me time to appreciate the character heart. This enhances the tension of the film, which gives people more room to think than the tight rhythm that simply reflects the plot. Well, the director succeeded in achieving his goal, lol.
Maybe it's because of too many personal feelings that I overestimate it. The plot of this film cannot be compared to "The Elephant", in other words, the director pursues only the tension that the story itself can express. The protagonist is ordinary, even mediocre, and the story is mediocre, just like what happens to us, what happens to us. Many people have the experience of hurting others, they have made mistakes, they have been indifferent, and they are all unprepared for life. Especially now, people live in isolation, and their souls are easily eaten by loneliness. It is difficult for us people to make judgments in the real society, and there is no need to judge if the authorities are fans. The director also only chose to express, rather than reveal, so that people who watch the movie can also feel the same, and start to think a little about his life like this, that's enough. He does not seek to guide us to what kind of result, but just thinks that we need to recognize the existence of circles, and it is our freedom to do or not to do. Such delicate humanistic care is still the style of Gus Van Sant. This guy has a very literary name, and he is also called this name very well. He has not done anything too commercial, nor has any hurt feelings. I think we are very lucky to have such a wise and caring director working for the society.

PS, I recommend people who are still relatively quiet to watch this movie, forget about impetuous people, otherwise it will be a kind of torture, and the movie itself will be wasted.

Originally published on Odd BLOG.
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