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Leanne 2022-01-14 08:01:44
Maybe you are just a paper man
Wen, Su Jianya
This is a movie about friendship and loneliness.
One is a cowardly and half-dead writer who failed in a marriage.
One is a young girl who witnessed her sister drowning.
Two people who seem to be far apart have many similarities.
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Deshaun 2022-01-14 08:01:44
Pay attention to mental health
The paper man should be referring to the fragility and loneliness. The movie is about the friendship between a pair of lonely year-end friends, and the unsocial traits (the mature and immature ones should not be mature precociously). This makes them so special among their peers. The ending is good....
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Maude 2022-01-14 08:01:44
Self-harm, how do you open your heart closed to others...
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Mara 2022-03-25 09:01:18
It's not what I expected, but it's the familiar style of lonely and sad literary films. Two lonely souls warm each other, "salvage" each other, and liberate the fantasy character in their hearts. The overall is quite satisfactory, movie posters always like to use RR to cheat on the cover~
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[Abby is reading Richard's last letter]
Richard Dunn: Richard regarded his solitude as something sacred as a well earned badge of honor, a cloak to be worn to ward off life. As his safety. Solitude is who he was. This caused those in his life to view him with a barely veiled contempt. Richard was certain that he was not liked, which is hard on a man. *Maybe* it was because he gave nothing that he received nothing in return. In any case, his situation had become intolerable. The closest things he had to friends were either imaginary or extinct. And Richard had reached a point in his life where this was no longer enough. And then he met a girl... And she was warm. And she was sad. And she was maybe lonely in a way that reminded him of himself. She'd lost things that a girl should never have lost. And she knew things. And she taught him. And Richard thought: "Maybe this is what friendship feels like. Maybe." It was just a glimpse, they'd barely begun, really. But in those long, few winter days, she'd given him so much. Enough so that Richard could go on. And what had he given her? Just a few words on a page. Not much, perhaps. But for Abby, he hoped it was enough.
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Abby: I had this dream last night. You were in it.
Richard Dunn: Oh. Was I interesting?
Abby: You were you.
