The movie is a black humor film ten years ago: The Big Lebowski, translated into Chinese as the murder of Green Toe, or the kidnapping of a bowling ball. It sounds mysterious and terrifying, but it is actually a black humor of absurdity and irony.
At eight o'clock, the sky was still dark, and the audience came one after another. The little books of the eighteenth, nineteenth and twenty-year-olds were in groups of three to five, carrying blankets, folding chairs, flip-flops, suspenders, and beer bottles. This ancient and serious university in the Midwestern United States, known for its academic atmosphere, became the compound of my childhood life, lively and approachable.
The film begins in a monologue with a heavy western accent. This is the story of a man named Lebowski and his friend. In the 1960s, dude, a veteran of the Vietnam War, Walter, a veteran of the Vietnam War, and a dull Donny, had nothing to do in the prosperous depression of Los Angeles every day, playing bowling, drinking and blowing water. Suddenly, one day, dude was involved in a kidnapping case of a multi-millionaire with the same surname, so unfortunate things kept coming. The "Nazis" entered the house, the car was stolen, the cash was missing, the friend was killed, and even the beauty was tricked into going to bed...
Dude and Walter, the two old guys, began to entangle with all kinds of people. Rich people, sluts, notes, performance artists, middle school students, pornographic film directors, German "gangsters", crematorium owners. During the interspersed period, dude's beautiful and unreliable dreams. Sometimes, he rides Aladdin’s flying carpet, drifting over Los Angeles, watching the bright night scene change rapidly; sometimes, he gets into the hole of the bowling ball and feels his favorite sport from another angle; sometimes, he is like a torpedo, Launched in a pipe made up of beautiful women’s thighs, happy together, eye-opening... In the last decade of the last century, this little gangster full of apocalyptic sentiments also had vigorous years-during the student movement in the 1960s, " I have to stay in the school building to protest every day!"-dude said.
There was a lot of laughter, and there was constant laughter in the courtyard. I can smell the smell of alcohol and tobacco in the real world, which is a perfect match with the story on the screen.
Everything is untrue. Everything is deconstructed. A rich man is a fake rich man, claiming to have a net worth of ten million, but he can’t move a penny; a lady is a fake lady, her real career is an actress, the gang is a fake gang, just a bunch of gangsters, famous writers are no longer prolific, middle school students become snatches Of course, the police have nothing to do with anti-violence and peace. The urn can simply be replaced by a biscuit bucket; the green toe has changed the owner, and it is me who trips on the door of the bad guy. There is no number on the sticky note, but only the penis. What is love in these days of sex? Gone are the hippies of anger, romance and protest. The cover of Time Magazine, a symbol of status and reputation, is just an empty mirror.
It's like the focus is not aligned, life is unclear, and the spirit is wandering. Among this unreality without exception, only the bowling slam hit came in a straightforward manner, as if a fucking phrase that was often used in one's lips, it was unequivocal and unequivocal.
Worm singing, evening breeze, alcohol, children on the blanket whispering. On the last day of July, this open-air movie was shown in the ancient university. I watched the ending subtitles slowly scrolling by the pool with a fountain. I thought to myself, who still remembers that half a century ago, those insect singing, evening breeze, alcohol, and children who mixed medicine and music.
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