I also want to yell from time to time, and then run away forever

Jasen 2021-12-03 08:01:42

It may be the influence of "Three Billboards" that hasn't come out yet, so when I see Frances McDormand come out, I always feel a sense of trance that a machete cuts into the screen. After watching the film, I found that Frances was still a knife this time, but it was rusted and dull, but it didn't hide the sharpness of the past. As stubborn as her, she refused to admit that she was "homeless" and only said that she was "houseless (no house to live, but not without a home)". But where is home? From beginning to end, she was alone.

So compared to saying that she is a rusted knife, I think she is more like a stone this time. This stone is not big or small, and has no special shape or color. You will not pay attention to it if you hide it among the rocks. , It's just that the erosion of the years makes it mottled with moss, but it is silent, because it is a thousand words in itself.

Fern played by Frances is a woman who has no past and no future. It can only be seen that she is calm in the vicissitudes of life, and a little distant in tranquility. He ran away from a deserted American town and became a "modern nomad" living in a RV.

Fern gave me the feeling that she was independent of the film environment. She didn't stay and couldn't walk into the lives of others. She was lonely in the world, yet indifferent and sad.

In fact, most of the old people in the film are like this, but the director chose to take her as the perspective, so her sense of independence is particularly prominent.

I have to say that although Li Ang and Zhao Ting, the two Chinese directors take completely different paths, their tolerance and delicacy deeply rooted in our Eastern people make the English films they directed are clearly different from the works of native American directors. Open.

Fern and these old people are Americans "on the road", but they are by no means the first such Americans. Starting from Kerouac, "On the road" has become a direction of American spiritual civilization. They don’t pursue mundane values, and they don’t want their lives to die out. They just let themselves go on a road that runs counter to them. They keep running away, screaming, driving a car, taking off their shirts, reveling, singing on a sunny road. Eagles, Lady Antebellum, can also sing Rihanna or Billie, as long as they are free, as long as they can fly leaves, as long as there is no future to enjoy the moment, they can be American Honey.

The difference between the group of them on the road in the film and Kerouac's novels is that they are no longer at the age of "red candles and dimness", so they are not as degraded and desperate as in Kerouac's novels. The role of the film is more about the life stage of "before the first tenure" Young people love to speak for themselves like that, and almost no one hears their voices. Gradually, society finds that they can function normally even if they ignore their existence. So let them fend for themselves in their own small world, and they themselves seem to feel good.

Some of them have experienced the Vietnam War, and some are facing the fade out of their lives. Sitting around the bonfire, calmly telling all this, what they have already experienced has become their courage to fight against the future and declining bodies. "The memories are there, the people are there." When there are only memories left in life, it means that other people and things have withered like fallen leaves.

In the scene where Swankie posted a video to Fern, I thought of Liao Fan in "Children of the Rivers and Lakes" who sent Zhao Tao a picture full of needles in his head. When I saw this scene, my heart trembled-but what was so uncomfortable for me? I can't imagine that people can laugh at the desolation after the strong wind and waves, or face the blue sea and blue sky with emotion: "It's so beautiful."

I always use the phrase in "A Great Master", "See myself, see the world, and see all beings" to tell others about the realms of life. I said that the first one is Wang Bo’s, and his fame is: "Feng Tang is easy to be old, Li Guang is difficult to be awarded", "If there is no way please Ying, wait for the weak crown of the army; if you have a pen, Mu Zongqi's long wind", such people only Saw myself. The second is Li Bai, who is unrestrained and unrestrained in the world: "The saints and sages in ancient times are lonely, and only the drinker keeps his name." The third is Du Fu, who never forgets the common people in the world even in the hardest: "An De Guangsha has thousands of buildings, and the world is full of joy!"

However, I forgot about Su Shi.

A company may be open for one or two hundred years, mountains and rivers may exist for tens of thousands of years, hundreds of millions of years have passed since the explosion of the universe from a singularity, but life is only a few decades.

"Send a mayfly in the sky and the earth, a drop in the ocean; I mourn the need of my life, and envy the infinity of the Yangtze River."

How small we are in the vast world.

However, we always want to grasp something more, always hope to understand something more before closing our eyes, or see the person we want to see again, but how fragile our obsession is! Even the Emperor Caesar who says "Veni, Vidi, Vici (I come, I see, I conquer)" is nothing but ashes, dust to dust.

In the end, Su Zi and Ke came to the conclusion that, "Only the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains, the ears make sounds, the sights make them beautiful, the inexhaustible acquisitions and the inexhaustible use are the inexhaustible creations. Zangya, and I share what I have with my son." I didn’t understand this when I was studying—how could I understand it at that time? How can everyone understand how to make themselves natural when they are seeking more exams? Part of the relief.

Only after experiencing the ups and downs of life, dividing and reuniting, looking back at this world, what is worthy of nostalgia, neither ideal nor materialism, we are as great and small as the mountains and plants of this world. When the aurora is shining, when the shooting stars are across the night sky, we just need to lie down, look, laugh...

There are also two people in my circle of friends who will never update their news again-maybe more than two, many people have no contact after adding friends-one is a university alumnus with me, the same level and different majors, senior In the year of graduation, when I was crossing the road, I was hit by a car and was right in front of the school. One is suicide. The last one in the circle of friends is his suicide note. The content is very long. I won't go into details, but the last sentence is: "I'm looking for the dragon that belongs to me."

Countless times and countless times, I still clicked into his circle of friends, hoping that he would update something, but from November 11, 2016 to now...how can I hold such expectations! I knew that it had already happened, but I was always in a daze and didn't want to believe it, thinking that the Mandela effect was real, thinking that I could dive into another parallel time and space when I fell asleep.

I think I should also accept the fact that I am slowly aging. There are more and more post-00s around me, and I was left behind by them, but I feel that there is nothing wrong with my life. Gradually, he withdrew from this mediocre world, and sighed in silence.

What will we do in the end? There is no future, only this moment and a moment. Their lives are also very lonely and great. They are as small as me. They will be like me, or I will live in the memories of others like them. In the end, even the memories will become blurred. In this world, It is the same as a certain atom in the hand. Calm as late at night, restless as midsummer.

Then year after year, generation after generation.

"Life is like a dream, and one is still a river moon."


Finally decided to open his own public account: Imagine Heaven.

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  • Gracie 2022-03-26 09:01:05

    The people of Sri Lanka have passed away, why are they home?

  • Eusebio 2022-04-24 07:01:06

    Very subjective but it does prove once again that Zhao Ting and I have no relationship... I can't sympathize with the themes of nomadic knights on the western road, and I still can't adapt to the scattered structure and only dull rhythm. I can't feel the flow of emotions in the empty mirror. It seems that if the weight is light, it is empty. The choice to wander, unwilling to endure a goodbye, always feels like impure motives. Is this true naturalism or freedom. Only the heroine is good.

Nomadland quotes

  • Fern: I've been thinking a lot about my husband, Bo. When it got really bad at the end, they had him in the hospital on morphine drippin'. I was sitting there at night in the hospital. And... I'd wanna put my thumb down on that morphine drip just a little bit longer. So I could let him go. Maybe I should've tried harder. So he could've gone sooner without all that pain.

    Swankie: Maybe he wouldn't have wanted that. Maybe he was trying to stay with you as long as he could. I'm sure you took good care of him, Fern.

    Fern: I did.

  • Carol: I see that you have this ring. Are you married?

    Fern: I am, but my husband died.

    Carol: And so...

    Fern: I'm not gonna take that off.

    Carol: That ring is a circle and it never ends. And that means that your love never ends. And you may not be able to take it off, if you tried.

    Fern: I don't think I can.