The introduction and preface of the book made this person and this book too well written, like a combination of Yu Qiuyu and Murong, so I was full of expectations when I read it. But in fact, it is just an old-generation literary and humanistic crepe crepe with a modern, small and fresh travel essay.
But the movie didn't disappoint me. Depp looked old, the heroine was too skinny to hold a dress, and Leonardo blew my mind from the moment I recognized it. Old movies are good, everything looks so real. I guess the person playing the mother was already that fat, and Depp didn't wear a lot of makeup either. There are no special effects, not even too many close-up shots with a large aperture like showing off the equipment, and it is pure acting, especially Leonardo, which is too good to describe. This old movie is different from Audrey Hepburn's "Love at Twilight" that I watched the day before yesterday. The overly classic black and white movie actually has an inexplicable sense of alienation to modern people. After all, everything is in color now. , black and white will appear very far away, far away will be estranged. I know that Depp's film is not really a road film. Although many introductions classify it as a family ethics film, I actually think it has a taste of a road film. The beginning of the film is on the side of the road, and the end also begins on the road. The whole film is full of inexplicable restlessness, which is incompatible with the desert, straight roads, and remote towns, as if pretending to have no dreams. Gilbert. But in fact he had dreams, and his only dream was to get out of here, out of this place where he never seemed to be able to leave. This feeling of wanting to be on the road permeates every shot, so I think it’s okay to classify it as a road movie in some sense.
What impresses me most in the film is life and past love. The grocery store where Gilbert works is a place where life can no longer be lived. Bag after bag of food and groceries, labeling those things day by day, that's what Gilbert's life is all about. Taking care of my neurotic younger brother, who may die every day, and my mother, who is so fat that she can barely walk, who hasn't been out for seven years. There is no space and time for ideal existence in such a life. When a girl from the road came to him with a new world he had never had before, from the bottom of his heart, he had no resistance at all. Even the richest and most beautiful young widow in town could not keep his heart. She opened up his world, and he told her about family affairs, saying that her mother was a whale on TV, crying like a child in her arms and regretting hitting her brother. She took him to watch the sunset, led him to swim in the river, quietly said that I want to see your mother, and slowly wiped the wound on my brother's face. But she never had a heart that wanted to settle down, she wanted to go anywhere, even places that couldn't be named. Gilbert looked at her as if he was looking at his dream life, where she was the only color and hope in his life.
The love in the past was purer than it is now, I have always felt so extreme. High tech has brought a lot and it has taken away just as much. I figured if Gilbert had access to the Internet, then maybe he might be addicted to the Internet, he might never get on the road of his dreams, or with the Internet, he might not even have a dream. The same goes for love. If there was a mobile phone at that time, would Gilbert still sneak up to her car to take a peek, and go to her appointment before sunset? Will it even be waiting for her in the same place a year after she's gone?
Love at that time was full of imagination. We couldn't meet or even talk all the time, so when we met, every second would be precious. If you miss someone, it's a burning desire and a burning desire. This separation of spaces can lengthen the duration of love. The Internet and mobile phones will only make love more and more easily extinguished. In a feeling that lacks imagination and space, it's like squeezing the water out of a sponge. The more you squeeze the sponge, the drier it becomes. It is said that the love that is forgotten in the rivers and lakes is beautiful. I had never understood what the word meant before. When ex talked about his ex, he said that they had forgotten each other in the rivers and lakes. I've been wondering if they are in love or not. Later, after he became my ex, I began to slowly understand the word, the so-called forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes, to put it bluntly, is to put each other in the bottom of each other's hearts, and start their own lives from then on. As for love, it is a feeling that cannot be replaced by others. The more you can't get or keep something, the more memorable it is. In this way, forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes is much more profound than being immersed in each other.
The ending of the movie is a happy one, and I hope it ends that way. The only thing that was different from what I imagined was that I thought my brother would run away from home and disappear. Maybe this is a bit too cruel, after all, everyone loves happy endings. If only life could be like in the movies, everyone has a happy ending, those who love each other can be married, and those who have dreams can make their dreams come true. Too bad life is not a movie. Art always presents a beautiful side to people, whether it is positive or distorted. But life likes to catch people off guard. From another angle, this can also be seen as a kind of beauty.
I wish those who love each other will be married, and those who have dreams will make their dreams come true.
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