First, it subverts my thinking and attitude as a person with a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder who must read the lyrics when listening to songs and watch the subtitles when watching movies. It is not a simple movie. The few lines, the music that runs through the whole film, and the grotesque expressions like documentaries, cartoons, plots, and even advertisements perfectly numb the tactile reflex of the text and directly enter the audio-visual At the level of the nervous system, this kind of naked direct contact can actually make the brain run fast, the body becomes active, and the notes are properly embedded in every cell of the body, and finally imprisoned in this large-scale MTV with unrestrained restraint.
Second, it does have the miraculous effect of schizophrenia. The film deeply explores modern social issues such as violence, war, education, love, and freedom. The gray tone, bloody images, and heavy themes are all suppressed by the "wall".
That sturdy and indestructible wall. Stubborn and pressure-resistant, heat-resistant, hunger-resistant, and beat-resistant, there are pairs of bloody hands on the wall, and trying to disassemble it is in vain. There was nowhere in the wall for the restless soul, screaming and shouting. The two love-cannibal flowers wrapped each other's bodies thickly, indulging in the desire of being slaves in the flesh, and throwing them into the cracks in the sky torn by lightning. However, this only allowed his soul to escape temporarily. The wall, temporarily freed from the captivity of the body and reality, time goes by, the soul and the body begin to separate, confrontation, helplessness, and loneliness.
The wall that collapsed. When he tore off the mask wrapped in worms, when he stood in the carnival like a religious ceremony, when the blood cross flag was gradually raised, he had transformed into a magical realism face, pale, alternative, weird The devil is still another form of violence. The mysterious wall has collapsed, and another mysterious wall still exists.
The typical "extroverted" social character of modern people is doomed to wander in the process of building and tearing down walls. "You're all just another pile of bricks in the wall." The wall of reality is indestructible, and the wall of faith is shattered with a single blow. Growth is nothing more than a story of an ugly chrysalis transforming into a beautiful butterfly. And the more beautiful it is, the more it can cover up the original true image, the more it can sway, and the more poisonous it is.
So, living is really not an easy thing. Especially after you can't see your true face clearly and understand that life itself is a nothingness, living becomes a dilemma. Schopenhauer's philosophy is more honest than pessimism. He pointed out the truth of life so frankly and bluntly: either loneliness or boredom. The pursuit of meaning is nothing more than a little bit of decoration on the cake for the pale life to make it look like that.
So, without faith, that's normal.
What to do then?
Cigarettes, alcohol, sex, games, music, movies...these are all elegant drugs to kill boredom.
PS: Flammable and explosive, handle with care, this product is high-risk and has no hope of evolution.
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