i miss myself

Clare 2022-04-22 07:01:21

Alzheimer's disease, after watching a lot of American TV series, the word is not unfamiliar. In Chinese it's called Alzheimer's disease, and in my hometown it's called "Old Confused". It describes what I have been exposed to since I was a child. At that time, there was a person in our village who was very confused. He didn't know his own family and his family. He drooled, scolded people for incontinence, and was incapable of living like a full-month baby. The only and most fundamental difference was that the baby was pampered. Disliked, even made fun of. In the village, from adults to children, they can say a few embarrassing things about him, and make jokes and jokes after tea and dinner.

So I knew from a young age that this disease is scary, even more so than cancer, because at least the latter won't be made fun of, just like the heroine in the movie. It can be seen that Alice is a strong and successful woman with a happy family and a successful career. After being ill, she could have left with dignity, as she had planned, taking sleeping pills and dying in her sleep, but by accident, it didn't work out in the end. So she finally lost a little bit of memory, language, and even herself. Perhaps this is the ingenious part of the title, still Alice, but no longer Alice.

The story is very bland, not deliberately provocative or depressing, the sun is bright as always, and the picture is as soft as ever, but I, who can always be immersed in the scene, follow the plot, and it seems to become amnesia and embarrassment little by little, until I watch it. It doesn't seem like the end of the ending, and it's still a bit of a disappointment. I thought about two questions: What if it's someone I love deeply? What if it was me? Can I be persistent and patiently accompany me to the end, and will anyone be willing to do this for me? Still like Alice's husband, she still puts her career first, leaving her helplessly walking in the direction she expected and feared the most. When she followed the video guide to find sleeping pills, I was nervous and conflicted, but when she finally failed to take the medicine, I was disappointed. If it was me, I also hope that this will end. Although it is not perfect, at least it will not be worse. It's a pity that life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, and you can't even end it.

Julianne Moore won the Oscar for this film, although in my opinion she could have won this award long ago, but she has never been in the eyes of the judges. Perhaps it was because of her nervous and sad eyes that collided with this character more naturally, and finally moved the committee that was actually inexplicably awarded. It is also worth mentioning that Twilight Girl, her natural indifferent facial expression, actually just happened to make this stubborn but turbulent little daughter come alive.

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Still Alice quotes

  • Lydia Howland: You can't use your situation to just get me to do everything you want me to do.

    Dr. Alice Howland: Why can't I?

    Lydia Howland: Because that's not fair.

    Dr. Alice Howland: I don't have to be fair. I'm your mother.

  • [last lines]

    Lydia Howland: [reading to her mother, but mostly from memory] "Night flight to San Francisco chase the moon across America. God, it's been years since I was on a plane. When we hit 35,000 feet, we'll have reached the tropopause, the great elt of calm air. As close to the ozone as I'll get, I - I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was... frightening."

    Lydia Howland: "But I saw something only I could see because of my astonishing ability to see such things. Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who's perished from famine, from war, from the plague... And they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling, spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles and formed a web, a great net of souls. And the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules of the stuff of ozone and the outer rim absorbed them, and was repaired. Because nothing is lost forever. In this world, there a kind of painful progress. A longing for what we've left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that's so."

    Lydia Howland: [moving over alongside her mother] Hey. Did you like that. What I jest read, did you like it?

    Dr. Alice Howland: [barely grunting]

    Lydia Howland: And what... What was it about?

    Dr. Alice Howland: Love. Yeah, love.

    Lydia Howland: Yeah, it was about love.