The film didn't surprise me too much, but it didn't teach me any disappointment either. The speech of the professor brother at the funeral of his brother who grows marijuana clearly made me cry.
Well, it is Norton's most familiar routine. Isn't he what we call a split personality professional? It's just that this time it's a twin brother who plays two roles, with completely different life aspirations and careers. He knows his way well, maybe he has watched too many of his movies, I also feel that I can take a leisurely stroll and watch the progress of the story slowly.
Looking at it, the emotional tendency comes out. Both are Nortons, but I have more brothers who love marijuana. I always think that one is closer to the real Norton. He believes in science and uses the most advanced hydroponics to grow cannabis. He introduces the most advanced equipment, and his cultivation room is like a high-end biological research laboratory. He collects every academic writing of his brother, the scientist. You must know that it is a life-threatening and obscure philosophical treatise.
I always thought he was the poet. A melancholy poet who grows marijuana, Norton's long hair looks very different from his short hair. I prefer the way he pretends to be a hooligan.
The cannabis poet has a strong thirst for love in his heart. He has a child who is about to be born, a very good wife, a very brave partner, a brother who actually loves him, a mother who entered a nursing home at an inexplicable age, and an old Guitar.
On the other hand, my brother, a philosophy professor, represents the kind of elites in the crowd who rely on their own efforts to stand out. He has full self-awareness in front of others, is unwilling but does not shy away from his past, always wants to break away from the inherent life track, but has unspeakable nostalgia for the past life. He lived a very tangled life, and it seemed that he was not very happy.
It can only be said that the plot of this movie is relatively weak compared to those roles that Norton has played, but it does not hinder the good-looking of the movie itself. A little violence, a little literature and art, just like there are always literary youth hidden in the street office, Whitman's poems are so appropriate and sad to describe the free growth of marijuana.
It doesn't make any sense to judge the character of Cannabis Brother on the basis of good and evil. He grows marijuana for survival, not for better survival. What I hate is that he actually died under the gun of that neurotic bankrupt dentist, which brought a little bit of joy and erased the inherent cruelty of life. In the same way, it is totally unnecessary to judge our lovely professor by any secular standard. He clearly knew that his younger brother murdered, but he did not fearlessly choose to call the police, just like the righteous idiots that appear in every domestic film; The younger brother fell to the ground, and subconsciously he shot, he wanted to pay the debt for his younger brother, and began to deal with all kinds of people he disdain. It seems that when he returned to the chaotic little Dekosi, he became more flesh and blood and restored to a real person.
I like the poetess who fish with bare hands. She always likes to go barefoot. Her poems are simple and enthusiastic, like the ripe and full grain of wheat in September, without any shyness, shining in the sun. Undoubtedly, she must be the brightest light that illuminates the professor's life.
The cry of the baby gave me a lot of hope, and it made up for my brooding over the death of my marijuana brother. Human reproduction is really meaningful, and I love the continuation of life the most. And this is the biggest expectation of the marijuana poet in his lifetime, right?
In fact, this is really just a very simple movie, and it doesn't even have any noble truths. Just a sad story. It can even be described as an inspirational story loved by Chinese people. There used to be a pair of twin brothers who looked exactly the same, but one was very smart but didn’t like to study, and the other was diligent and hardworking. Marijuana, grew up diligently and became a professor... well, writing this, writing this, I'm really sad to begin with...
we'll never be who we are. You can only live in your own way, or fight against the whole world. So whether it’s planting marijuana to memorize poetry, or being a professor to make female students coveted, the essence is the same, that is, to live in a world that we can’t understand in our own way.
My dear, when you have long hair, the most familiar traces on the corners of your mouth, with a little mockery, but a kindly spreading smile, how much I want to get close to you and grow marijuana with you. Let the marijuana flourish, just like the sadness and evil that this world has never lacked.
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