The film is called Oh boy, and I think of a friend who often uses this word to sigh about life, mostly the kind of speechless struggle, maybe the director's intention is to foreshadow the plot.
The structure of the film is simple, and the plot is mostly trivial, but it is real and realistic. It is interesting to watch the plot with big ups and downs, but most of the time in life is repetitive and trivial, and the experience is so long that the mind is exhausted, and when I look back, I always feel that I didn’t cherish it enough at that time.
I have a similar experience with Niko Fischer, and I am still experiencing his day of wandering and helplessness. Halfway through my law studies, I thought about the picture of myself standing on the bottom line of my own morality to get money, and I didn't want to use such a form of disguise, but I didn't drop out of school, because just like Nico's father told him on the golf course Yes, I don't pay you to think about life, I need the affirmation of my parents and the economic foundation after the affirmation, so I didn't cut off my back path. Surviving is better than being shot dead. I can struggle and symbolically. Toss a few times to prove that you are alive.
After graduation, I began to find myself, traveled to the island, and I was a complete person on the road, no matter where the plot was trivial to tangled in where to bathe and sunburned skin. In the end, he went back to real life, got his first job, and tried to find his place in the city. From Shanghai to Beijing, I have seen true and false, and finally pretended to be deaf. It seems that I have done a lot of things, but in my heart I have always been confused and there is no room for progress. The rules of this world have never been set by us, just like the two reluctant staff members who checked the tickets on the platform, he didn't understand Nico's questioning, so he questioned the flawed rules, and in return he ran away in a hurry. . No one wants to stop and listen to your understanding, your struggles, you just have to obey.
The world is to expose all misfortunes to you, and then let you accept your own experience gently. I don't know where I've seen a similar bridge. The new neighbors are uncomfortable, meatballs, looking around, looking at photos, pouring bitterness, and finally breaking down in tears. Sometimes it feels unfair, we are sent to the electric chair in a clockwork orange, forced to open our eyes to accept the filth of society, even if you just want to be quiet and indifferent to the world, people and things are always facing you like a drunkard Spit out the disgusting stuff, no one ever asks how you're doing, you just have to take comfort in and be overwhelmed.
Living in the cracks in the middle, I have no courage to break out of the shell, give up everything to live for myself completely, do not want to fall into mediocrity, and can only reach out and beg. With the money given by his father, Nico went to buy marijuana. The grandma who opened the door was helpless and lovely. The reflection on the reclining chair in the mirror made Nico involuntarily walk into the room to chat with her. In fact, it was not a real conversation, just a companionship. That moment is the moment when the time is filled with meaning. The pursuit of warmth has become the most dissonant tone in the rhythm of the city. I want to give a hug to every trembling old man who walks on the street, without saying anything, they can feel the warmth.
In the past, it was an old classmate I met at a cafe, an actor who told the truth in the car, and the most ordinary coffee that I wanted to drink. He once let go of his own desires, hoping to have someone to accompany him and find himself, but in the end he left himself out of the spotlight and watched others staring at the dream he had found. Nico didn't dare to laugh at the exaggeration of his classmate's play, because he didn't even find it. The courage to dream is gone. People who want to calm down are often hit in the head and bleed from the nostrils. What's even more ridiculous is that he was stunned by the girl's lust and wanted to be a responsible person, but was scolded away. The girl said that she just wanted to find someone to shoot. People are never sober, and the sober are treated like rats crossing the street. I just want to say that I don't want to hurt a person easily, even if he is numb.
The last time I tried to drink coffee at the bar, lit a cigarette and wanted to continue thinking, the old man began to playfully intervene in the picture, telling the memories of the bicycle, and then turned his head to go out and fell. Nico took him to the hospital, knowing that he was informed of his passing, and that death was part of what we had to accept and accept, and there was no room to fight back.
In all the episodes, Nico was struggling with how to tell, but unfortunately there was no chance for him to fully say what he had experienced and what he had thought about. People are so anxious to express themselves that they ignore the listener, so the world tells us to be good listeners. But he was lucky again, he finally got the coffee he wanted the next morning, and most of us lost ourselves on the way to find the day before, and finally forgot about the coffee.
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