Maybe right, maybe wrong

Loyce 2022-04-21 09:01:49

After watching it once many years ago, I can't forget it. At that time, my mind couldn't digest all the plots that stimulated the brain cells. Today, many years later, I have re-examined this movie with my personal point of view at this time.
The first one, what Lisa said is the truth, so I think the director... has a profound meaning. On the surface, the heroine finds herself, but she actually wants to say that those who do not follow the rules of the social game set by people are lunatics , need to be treated.
Second, the hospital is just an infusion machine of the social system, and the philosophy of the doctors in it is that only what is in line with the society is right.
Third, no one was healed, some were just compromises and disguise.

The distance between a genius and a lunatic is probably not far. Sometimes you just acquired a talent and others tell you that you are lunatic. When you think you are embracing the right side, you are actually just choosing a life path. Continent to Rome.
All our lives we're half-mad for what we desire.

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Girl, Interrupted quotes

  • Lisa: So, have you had your first Melvin yet?

    Susanna: Who's that?

    Lisa: Bald guy with a little pecker and a fat wife. You're ther-rapist, sweet pea. Unless, ah... unless they're givin' you shocks. Or, God forbid lettin' you out. Then you get to see the great wonderful Dr. Dyke.

    Margie: She means Dr. Wick.

    Susanna: Oh, I've been in his office but I haven't met him yet.

    M.G.: He's a she. Dr. Wick's a girl.

    Lisa: That's right, M.G. Wick's a chick.

    M.G.: Wick's a chick.

    Lisa: Hence the nickname.

  • Georgina: Lisa, is Daisy really getting out?

    Lisa: Yeah, she coughed up a big one.

    Susanna: But how could - I mean she's... *insane*.

    Lisa: Yeah, well that's what ther-rape-me's all about. That's why fuckin' Freud's picture's on every shrink's wall. He created a fuckin' industry. You lie down, you confess your secrets and you're saved. Ca-ching! The more you confess, the more they think about settin' you free.

    Susanna: But what if you don't have a secret?

    Lisa: Then you're a lifer, like me.