"If Jack climbed that board, he and Ruth are doing it now".
Brutally straightforward.
Even if it is a golden boy and a beautiful girl, even if it is a match made in heaven, even if it is shocking, it is just a fairy tale. And we are willing to make up such a fairy tale, and be happy in the fairy tale, YY, and happy. But fairy tales are fairy tales after all. When the passion subsides, the halo fades, and the mundane life makes the restless soul suffocate and struggle in the hopeless emptiness, even if it is a bird in the same forest, it is also a flying swallow in the southeast.
Frank is certainly a good man. John is right, he is a great family man. Family friendly, diligent and responsible. For the sake of his wife's artistic dream, and for the whole family to live a prosperous little life, he does the work he doesn't like doing and struggles in a boring life. He is also cowardly, and dare not release the original passion in his nature, give up the past life that is monotonous but still talked about, and pursue his original dream. He was in high spirits when he announced to his colleagues that he would resign and move to Paris. We can see the shadow of the poor boy who was not afraid of anything and everything, but when the temptation to raise his salary and promotion was in front of him, he still chose to continue the current monotony. A solid life. He lives in reality and is more rational. Although he is eager to get out of the cage of life, he does not have the courage to control his own destiny. Moreover, most people must think like him that this can bring happiness to the people they love the most.
April is a woman with dreams, and she's chasing. She longs to live an extraordinary life, and has a beautiful or even too simple yearning for a life elsewhere, so she suffers even more. From her hysterical outbursts, the indulgence and indulgence in tobacco and alcohol, and her eyes full of grief and helplessness, you can see the torment and torture of her soul. That's why she is so eager to escape this oppressive place and run to the paradise of her dreams - Paris, because people there "live a different life". To that end, she could even choose to kill her own unborn child; so, after her hopes were dashed, she became so mad.
But, most cruel and ironic, what if they did arrive in Paris?
Life is always elsewhere, right? But when I got to the other side of the mountain, I found that it was all sand.
In this sense, Frank is right and sensible. April is too naïve, too simple. Frank tries hard to bring happiness to his wife, but such happiness can only bring her pain. The biggest tragedy in the world is not how evil destroys good, but the good people lead themselves to destruction for the purpose of good but for inexplicable reasons like fate that they cannot get rid of. Out of love, Frank lost April's love.
Separation and indifference, the two gradually became speechless, and became the most familiar strangers to each other.
When Frank deliberately confessed his cheating behavior to April, he wanted to stimulate her love for him by such means. But April just said calmly: I don't care, I don't feel anything.
Perhaps there is nothing more cruel to announce the death of a love than such calm. No more mad at you, no more mad at you, no more crying for you - no more feelings for you.
You can see Frank's pain, madness, anger and helplessness. Did he do something wrong? Maybe yes, but thinking about it doesn't seem to be the case.
The quarrel erupted like a volcano, April ran aimlessly in the woods, and Frank begged her forgiveness helplessly behind her.
to no avail. Some scars, once left, can never be healed.
Watching Frank anxiously looking at his wife's lonely body leaning against the old tree in the house, the setting sun sheds a speechless loss.
At the last breakfast, everything was so peaceful and heartbreaking.
April becomes a virtuous wife, and Frank is still the husband who loves his wife deeply. The two were respectful and courteous to each other - just so far away. Although they are still having breakfast together at the same table, although they speak so kindly and calmly to each other, although he can seriously tell her how the computer works, although she will send her blessings before he goes out, even though they Or a wife and a husband, but in reality, they are just passerby A and passerby B.
Then came tragedy.
In the sad string music, Frank runs alone in the twilight. I don't know what he's chasing, but he must be gone.
Frank, take care of your children.
Unforgettable is John, a lunatic with a mental illness. He pointed out the true nature of the truth sharply, and exposed the cowardice under all kinds of hypocrisy. I can't help but wonder if only a lunatic can see through the world, or if you see through the world, you will definitely become a lunatic?
One's own tragedy is nothing but a discussion at the dinner table. The real estate agent, with whom Frank and April once knew each other, chatter at the end of the credits only about how the unfortunate fate of the one-time couple has made that once-powerful house so hard to sell now. Her husband turned off his hearing aids, and the film ended silently. The joys and sorrows of this world are not connected, I just think they are noisy.
I won't watch this movie again because it's too depressing. I saw something familiar to some familiar people, so I sighed a few times.
Is there true happiness?
dare not say. Despair is the same as hope.
Maybe it's a matter of mentality. The mundane, trivial and bland are not happy - as long as you think it is. This explains why we can still see old couples with white hair and vicissitudes walking in the warm red sunset, supporting each other. Maybe it's still a matter of fate - although I have never believed in such illusory things, everyone has the one that belongs to him. But the question is whether you can meet it, and whether you can not leave regrets for yourself when you meet it. Personally, I envy Qian Zhongshu and Yang Jiang as congenial soul mates, but it is really rare and can be met but not sought after. Still don't waste your time on it.
Fairy tales, I don't believe in them anymore. As for those who are experiencing fairy tales, I still wish you well.
In fact, being alone is really good.
In the future, I may often think of Frank's radiant and excited face in the film, the beautiful dance steps in April's intoxication after despair, and the pair of former bisexuals on Revolutionary Road.
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