There is no doubt that watching this movie is just a superficial desire to recall the amazingness of Xiao Lizi when he was young, but he is also deeply attracted by the movie. I have a special liking for such a movie with a self-report. During the course of the movie, the voice of the self-reported voice is heard from time to time. The boy's diary always reminds me of myself, and I always imagine myself lying on the bed, with the sunlight leaking through my fingers, imagining the future. It seems that the boy, he is also thinking about his future, whether he will become a writer, or a basketball player. Disgusting Catholic schools, disdain for faith, take to the streets of Manhattan, wantonly squandering his youth. In the end, unable to resist the temptation of drugs, he slowly sinks, leaves his mother, and becomes a completely different person. He is depressed and mad, and he survives in that state and then wakes up and obtains redemption. Probably in that period of youth, everyone has to experience confusion and ignorance, and experience hardships. It's just that the way we experience is different. Jim sinks into drugs and then wakes up, and we have our own sinking and confusion.
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