At first I knew that Mad Man was searching for a soundtrack for the video. MM's classic violin soundtrack brought a precipitation of laziness and low-key gorgeous performance to the fullest, so I began to search for this American drama, and then fell in love with the 60s without any suspense. The retro style, the advertising industry, the suave male protagonist, the sweet wife, and one after another plump characters.
This film review is difficult to have a central argument, and only lists some insights.
First, people value self-knowledge and self-respect.
Don Draper turned down McGrady's offer to hire, and I was taught quite a bit. The other party offered generous treatment and took the family route to win over Don's wife Betty. Even Don's iron buddies, Jia Si, were not sure whether Don was going to change jobs. However, when Don saw the bright photo of Betty sent by Maddie, he suddenly made a decisive decision and chose to stay. He doesn't want to be a pawn of McGrady. It is more in line with his value to fight for the world with old friends in the original company than to rush for fame and fortune. On a phone call he asked, yes we are still young, but small must mean bad? I haven't entered the workforce yet, but I've heard investors who quit Goldman Sachs say he prefers to work in small teams with people he admires. After the beginning of the career, the reputation of the company seems to be less important. You don't need a good-looking resume to get you your next job. The plot is that, thanks to his loyalty and talent, he soon becomes a partner in the firm. In making a statement to his hardcore brother boss, he said it wasn't for the money or the name, just because he admired the way his brother did business.
I don't know how many people can stick to their principles before the temptation of fame and fortune? I don't know if he will be able to integrate into this collective that will do anything for profit if he is dug out of Tracy McGrady, will he be happy, and whether he will be kicked out by the newly dug talents.
In comparison, the little white-faced Pete doesn't know much about current affairs. He was ambitious, but he was not down-to-earth, he couldn't see his bargaining chips clearly, and used various means such as ingratiating, provoking, and threatening to gain his status, but unfortunately it only made the situation worse and worse.
I have always believed that there is no absolute fairness in life, but it has its own set of rules. As a gamer, when things don't go your way, why bother with complaining and jealousy to face players who are stronger than you? Self-knowledge and self-respect can bring us continuous transcendence.
Second, perfection is always in the ideal, outside of life.
Don is a very attractive man, he has his own measure, unlike Rossel's sensuality and debauchery. He loves his wife, but sometimes he needs a painter lover to satisfy his desire for freedom, and he also needs a strong and elegant Jewish daughter to cover his dusty wounds. It's not that he doesn't love Betty, maybe it's because he loves it too much, so he maintains an illusion of perfection. He doesn't tell her his life experience, he doesn't tell her his thoughts, she is his perfect wife, the angel mother of his children. It was this perfect distance that emptied her.
To love, we need to love and be loved constantly. Maybe only then can I feel the meaning of my existence. Eileen Chang described that love is like an accidental discovery, "Ah, so you are here too." And Betty's sadness is that he seems to be there, but he doesn't seem to be there. This vague and unfounded crisis is enough to drive her crazy and make her despair.
We want to escape from our lives, and we need to feel our presence in each other's exchanges.
When can we accept everything about ourselves? I can be peaceful, but not yet full of love. That kind of love is too sweet like a cream cake.
I still like unsweetened coffee.
In fact, there is no such thing as suitable. Women like better men, and men like more beautiful women. It's our assessment of ourselves that tells us not to fantasize about people we can't get.
In the wilderness, I asked, are you still there? Sad to find that I am not there. Maybe I never arrived, maybe I already left.
Where are you now?
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