Ning Gou Xue Wu Chicken Soup

Vita 2021-12-01 08:01:26

The so-called excellent image processing technique for memory is nothing more than changing the lens again and again, which is fast or even seemingly messy, but it matches the current scene reasonably with prompts and clues. This film clearly does this. And in terms of content, the order and logic of the presentation of the memories are also slightly messy, and the organization of all memories is not really a complete story, but it conforms to the characteristics of memories, fragmentation, and fragmentation.

But I actually don't like this kind of film with interspersed memories. No matter how good its handling is, maybe because I still see the film as a dialogue between the director and the audience, I don't like talking about it. But I think it is true in this movie of hiking in the wild. Because of the outdoor travel alone, the actual space in which the individual lives is large, but from the perspective of event density and time capsule, it is actually a secret room movie. But thinking wildly in your head is the best way to overcome closure phobia. Unless you have a genius for writing fantasy novels, the most convenient brain material for most people to kill time is nothing more than their own memories, especially if it is still full of blood and emotions, it is simply ideal.

Yes, this film is about a heroine who never goes outdoors, carrying a lot of bloody and emotional memories, and many unnecessary items, and she walks on the long path on foot alone. The contrast rendering of Drama and Emotion and Wild is the best part of this film. Nature is the opposite of dog blood and emotion in a sense. Just like the picture in the film where the heroine once complained about the position of the Milky Way Earth and said "You are here", in the wild, in the interstellar, in front of all the vastness of existence, people are really small, in life. No matter how fierce the dog's blood is, it will be annihilated in the great calm of the universe within a billionth of a second. But "know a lot of truth, but still have a bad life." But maybe being immersed on the scene, walking in the desert, this truth can really somehow exercise a little bit of the strength to face the real life (and then slightly help her new life in four years?). Even though she was locked in a tent, she indulged in her ups and downs and exciting memories. And she didn't have the state of mind to turn this solo walk into a Thoreau-style journey of observing nature and meditation. Except for the little monologue at the end, which is a bit of sentimentality, the previous diaries all follow the funny route. But she had to insist on going forward during the day, when she faced a stove with the wrong gas, shoes that were too small to blistered her feet and rolled off the cliff, and the majestic Huge F*cking Rock ! Natural objectivity is said to be nice and tolerant of her sensual and willful, but it actually makes her helpless. She had thought about turning back from the beginning, but the way back was no longer visible.

It is also interesting to compare the amateur zuo-type hikers like the heroine with those who are relatively professional, well-prepared, and outdoor enthusiasts who make life a great pleasure and even dream. From the heroine’s various unreliable amateur and funny behaviors to the encounters and contacts between her and the many groups of humans on the road, in addition to making the heroine look more lovely, I faintly feel that the director uses this kind of "Lao Tzu is stupid. Silly blessing, there are small disasters and no catastrophes, but F*ck is always able to fix the situation with a few words, and shouted for no reason. The wild is not only your outdoor friends! It's Lao Tzu too! This may also deny or question the tendency of professional travel companions to treat the matter of entering nature too carefully and deliberately or even uplifting in a certain sense. Compared with the starting point of this kind of life with a serious but slightly funny nature, it seems to be less grounded. Nature is there objectively. The heroine of the heavenly soldiers is still a professional outdoor enthusiast. For nature, it is actually not bad. Nothing transcends life itself, whether it is art or nature. Objectively speaking, apart from the misfortunes of preparation and experience, amateur students are of course much weaker in enduring physical difficulties. But in terms of volition, and how a fellow traveler asked about how to overcome loneliness, the trauma-recovery amateur player like the heroine has a unique advantage. She obviously managed to escape from life on this seemingly lonely road, or more of the barriers, separation and loneliness she put on herself. So she persevered, but the very professional naked swimmer withdrew because of the bad weather. Emotional "advantages" may also help increase physical endurance to some extent. Or maybe it is this physical difficulty and discomfort that can make the heroine who has been walking before feel alive. Of course, after watching the whole movie, the non-outdoor traveler (me) still has an urge to take action and learn from others to develop this hobby that turns the wild into a routine part of life. And no one will feel dizzy after seeing it and feel that it is not looking for death to set off like the heroine without learning and adequate preparation. . .

So in general, this film mainly talks about how dog blood is diluted in nature, or discusses the possibility of such dilution. It’s not to say that if you have any problems, you can take a walk outdoors, take a spiritual practice, or go to Tibet. It’s like a panacea to solve the problem. And the portrayal of the mother-daughter relationship before the dog blood is very touching, so touching that at least makes me feel that the dog blood after the death of my mother and the motivation behind this impulsive trip are actually convincing. And the most impressive part of the portrayal of the mother, well, it seems that there is a suspicion of chicken soup. In short, her mother is a dick who believes that the life of a counterattack, humming and twisting her ass happily even washing dishes is actually unsatisfactory. But the screenwriter also said that this extremely optimistic diaosi died in her forties. . . Didn't Diaosi succeed in the counterattack? It's nothing more than saying that she has a daughter who really loves her and even depends on her; but on the other hand, you may also think that she is not so successful in her education.

So this movie can still get my praise. Because it is better to go through blood than chicken soup. In the end, I got the touch that the subject wanted to express.

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Extended Reading
  • Alfredo 2022-03-23 09:01:51

    "The homeless are all severely traumatized in their hearts." People choose to avoid everything when they can't bear setbacks.

  • Jillian 2022-03-22 09:01:44

    The meaning and depth of the film is high

Wild quotes

  • Cheryl: [voiceover] What if I forgive myself? What if I was sorry? But if I could go back in time, I wouldn't do a single thing differently. What if I wanted to sleep with every single one of those men? What if heroin taught me something? What if all those things I did were the things that got me here? What if I was never redeemed? What if I already was?

  • [last lines]

    Cheryl: [voiceover] It took me years to be the woman my mother raised. It took me 4 years, 7 months and 3 days to do it, without her. After I lost myself in the wilderness of my grief, I found my own way out of the woods.

    [pause]

    Cheryl: And I didn't even know where I was going until I got there, on the last day of my hike. Thankyou, I thought over and over again, for everything the trail had taught me and everything I couldn't yet know.

    [pause]

    Cheryl: Now in 4 years, I'd cross this very bridge. I'll marry a man in a spot almost visible from where I was standing. Now in 9 years, that man and I would have a son named Carver and a year later, a daughter named after my mother, Bobbi. I knew only that I didn't need to eat with my bare hands anymore. That seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water would be enough, that it was everything. My life, like all lives, mysterious, irrevocable, sacred, so very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be?