This film reminds me of a very down-to-earth joke: Tianjin cross talk master Ma Sanli is good at performing Wenji and Guankou, especially his unique voice and humorous tone are widely loved by the public. In a variety show one day, several challengers took turns taking the stage, imitating Ma Lao's voice behind the curtain and performing a joke, and the audience voted for who was most like him. Ma Lao also participated with great interest in canvassing for himself.
And guess what? The curtain was raised, and it was Ma Sanli who got the lowest number of votes.
If one day an almighty imitator is born, who is familiar with all the performance styles of the old artist, will his popularity surpass that of Ma Lao himself? Just like the fake sculpture admired by the boy on the streets of Rome, it successfully replaced the value of the original for a while.
The viewer accepts the copy, considers it "legitimate", and even ignores the existence of the mother for a moment. Is this a temporary honor or a permanent sorrow for the copy? The male writer in the film acts as a fake husband for a while, successfully soothing the pain of the female protagonist, but after the completion of the "mission" comes a kind of doubt about reality and self. Come to the tangled eyes, throw this unreality to the audience, and make you have to reconstruct your cognition.
Sitting in the theater, every devoted moviegoer is forced to become a copy of the affection in the film. Whenever the movie ends and the lights come on, do you feel a sudden loss of returning to reality? The director may be stealing fun behind the screen and successfully "defrauded" your true feelings.
"Thank you for crying and laughing with you, but you don't belong to this world after all. After the show, what should you do?"
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