After two weeks of acquaintance, he became someone else's husband without saying a few words. Inheriting the career of his dead father-in-law, became a hairdresser in a daze. Turn a deaf ear to the adultery of his wife and her boss. The despair of his wife because of remorse seemed incomprehensible to him. Facing the inexplicable death sentence imposed on him, he has no concern. This little man who is out of fashion in the spiritual world would rather dedicate his Platonic ambitions to the little daughter of his down-to-earth friend, and even when he is about to say goodbye to this world, he is more willing to understand himself as the absurdity about aliens. The protagonist of the topic.
We don't need to understand too much about the meaning of the bizarre experiences that happened to this seemingly tragic character. That is just a need for the establishment of a movie plot. What Cohen brings to us is a different kind of lyricism of a freak who is divided from his own reality. He fell in love with Scarlett's LOLI, but he never thought of possessing it like a lover. Killed Dave with his own hands, but also accepted the reason for his death because of finding an alien. Like Jaromir, the barber cut off contact with reality in the wilderness of himself. For poets and barbers who resemble poets, death is nothing but a literary posture summary. It has nothing to do with fate. But it can always cause us to sigh around it.
So it's no wonder we are going to kneel down to Brother Coen again religiously. It's like the situation when we knelt down to Milan Kundera and Henry Miller who couldn't understand. God punishes us to think arguably in a superficial and kitsch life, but we regard it as enjoyment. It's as awesome as trying to win a sacred war.
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