At the beginning of the film, there is a feeling of erosion and flooding, as if the young Carl is the only "fresh" object, the rebellion in the various public consciousness has won a new sense of identity in such a situation,
and the radio station is constantly on 24 hours a day. Open up for thousands of people who look different in this way and that in different ways. They are not afraid that without an audience, it is their own carnival! They've never heard the cheers of people across the North Sea, they've never seen them cry & revel behind the curtain,
they're out of government for freedom, for RocK in Roll,
life at sea, eating cans when there's nothing to eat, rummaging through boxes to see girls or mothers looking for clean clothes to get themselves "tidy" lesbian can't find his girl the life they enjoy is not what we or I'm pursuing...
I weakly say I dare not...
many people say they believe in ideals Believe in love, believe in the future, believe in spirit? If I'm pursuing what we want to pursue, why do I always feel an overwhelming sense of powerlessness? What is it that we can't beat?
We grew up and went to more and more places, but our hearts are getting smaller and smaller... Sometimes we can't contain our dreams, we can't contain our hopes, we can't contain our freedom, we dare not pretend that we are afraid! We are afraid of believing because believing is like aliens separated from society
before we grew up... There are a lot of thoughts in our minds. I often wonder if I can be seen and heard, or if knowledge and freedom of thinking cannot always exist at the same time?
Going a little farther and going back to the movie
when people hear how the existence of the boat hole is going to die, one by one, stand up and express the persistence in their hearts with their own disdain. The difference between them and me I don't know if it was from then or it was a long time ago that the reverence for them started...
How many people have the freedom to dream about what they love as more important than life?
When Carl's dad, who doesn't talk much, immediately picked up the record box when he escaped, and dropped it and held on tight, when he looked at Carl with childlike eyes when he "drifted" wildly and couldn't catch it I really really understood their love for BocKin RollL on vinyl and it was all because they loved it so much!
You can say that they are rotten. Carl quickly forgave his father whom he hadn't met for eighteen and a half years to save him at the juncture of life and death
. The bearded persistence before pulling the black child is gorgeous proof that their hearts are hot and thumping. From this point on, it is light years better than some people's numb little hearts that are about to stop beating...
Young people dream dreams and put their dreams into mucis
th ages will come will come ^
I wish I had forgotten Those dreams from my childhood
seem to be remembered but no longer believed...
how about you? What did you believe in? Forgot what?
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