He "plays" everyone: his parents come from his memory; his hysterical young self; his girlfriend is just a bystander split from himself... He uses himself to ridicule himself, praise himself, identify with himself, give An intimacy with oneself has repeatedly prevented oneself from moving towards the end of life.
first-time fun
From the very beginning of the movie, I was attracted to the lines that the heroine recited, because it is my favorite standard stream of consciousness text, and I can always find some kind of peace in such a tone. My liking always stems from their sincere contradictions, as she puts it, those "ideas that can't be faked." Three minutes later, I made a confident judgment - this is definitely a movie for me.
The movie throws out the first eye-catching setting. There was a sly ecstasy in my heart. I fell in love with the heroine's involuntary inner monologue. The director continued to "explain" his interesting settings. I began to patiently ponder the role of the heroine's boyfriend, recalling the first impression he gave me, and remembering that he was an important character in the British drama "Oliv Kitteridge" that I had watched in 17 years. The character, involuntarily, the image of the nouveau riche had some overlap with the character in front of him. This made me follow the female lead's boredom and worry better...she kept wandering and being interrupted. Slowly I got used to the shape the couple's relationship took. It is also very interesting to watch them talk about the swings by the roadside. Until I noticed the occasional picture of the old man, the spying footage, the heroine's discolored top... The movie unfolded in an exciting but foggy direction...
I really like this essay called "Bone Dog". This is in line with the reason I love literature, and that gorgeous and profound text is exactly what I dreamed of writing! This reignited my passion for the film once again. The heroine read it calmly from back, and the shots of different cameras kept switching. For the first time I felt the coldness of the movie...
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fun looking back
After watching the movie completely, I fell into a kind of unfamiliar but extraordinarily sober despair, and I sighed in my mind, "There is a world of difference between failure and failure." "This is probably the most cruel rebuke to parents in the world." An unprecedented sense of loneliness completely enveloped me. "Loneliness is just a struggle that lacks stamina..." Is he also the pig that is slowly eaten from the inside? Is there a difference between me and the pig depicted in the movie? I'm stuck in a quagmire of sadness that I fear...
After I got rid of this inner struggle, I did nothing to try to understand the director's intention, the theme of the film, and I found another "interest".
It turned out that all the characters, dialogues, hysteria, weird laughter, and constantly switching times in the movie were just a scene that the old Jack played as many people and rehearsed in his mind before he died. And this scene has been repeated many times in the rest of his life... He "plays" everyone: his parents are from his memory; his hysterical young self; his girlfriend is just a split from himself a bystander...
He used himself to ridicule himself, praise himself, identify with himself, give himself an intimacy, and repeatedly prevent himself from the end of his life.
The stereotype of my parents in my eyes
We are unwilling or resentful because we cannot accomplish that relief alone. When a piece of empathy appeared in front of me, as if she had received some kind of care, she whispered in your chest that you are not the only person in the world who suffers from this severe pain.
So you choose to "uglify" the memory of your parents in your brain. Their disdain for you is like a disease that cannot be removed from your body. They are ignorant, stupid, lack a sense of boundaries, and have an extremely sloppy life style. They've lost all sense of taste... you fantasize about the embarrassment and shame they can't hide when they find out who they really are. You hate them countless times for repeating their "rotten memes" about themselves. Along with their vulnerability is magnified by you.
It's painful to think of the image of a son who hasn't had a partner for decades bringing back the girlfriend that his parents longed for. You look down on the irreparable gulf between you and your parents, all the details that drive you crazy, and they are relentlessly and frantically revealing the disappointment of parents for their sons.
When I think that even though my parents are long gone, the nerves in my brain will still flash a lonely picture of them laughing at my 50th birthday. It seems like a part of their own soul has immortality glued to them. So much so that I can only use my father's identity to express my thoughts for my mother...
Loneliness is eternal self-identity
A person who may be lonely will have a character who can identify with himself infinitely. He will generously appreciate your hobbies and tastes, and personally care for those who are unknown to the pay and grievances. She is a more peaceful existence than herself, and she has the greatest tolerance in the world for your loneliness. She will just quietly watch your loneliness, but she cannot grieve with you. Because she is your last sanity. Because she also faces another challenge. She is also unrecognized. She has nowhere to hide.
the meaning of tragedy
Perhaps the meaning of tragedy is that it can tell you the true face of the world earlier, so that you can see clearly the defects of human existence, and see the end of life and life; You make a choice as soon as possible, determine your own way of life, let you choose to respect art, avoid extreme secularization and extreme world-weariness, and look at the meaningless world with an aesthetic eye, as Nietzsche said, "The real tragedy lies in Set us free with a metaphysical consolation." "Life and the world are convincing only when life is treated as an aesthetic phenomenon."
I have only one defender in my life, and that is ego.
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