So, the story happened to "me", "Earl", and the girl who was dying of leukemia. The first half is about the "good times" I had with this girl. The second half is about the aftermath of the quarrel. In the end, the girl died and died 10 hours after watching a movie made by "me" herself. The "I" after death, in addition to grief, also has to take care of his own affairs: the invitation to the university that he applied for after half a year of busyness and inattentiveness to his studies was withdrawn, and his relationship with Earl was at odds with the filming. These are nothing, the saddest thing is that when the girl died, "I" seemed to really understand her.
When "I" opened the letter that the girl wrote to me, I suddenly realized that my efforts and dissatisfaction were seen in my eyes. When "I" stood alone in the girl's bedroom, the BGM sounded, "Remember Me As A Time Of Day"! At this time, "I" suddenly discovered that the girl's book contained her secrets, like a masterpiece carved by a skilled craftsman, deeply embedded in the book, very deep, comparable to the depth of life. The squirrel on the tree, the scissors on the wall, and the cut-off books are all connected with the girl's memory and mine. Each of us is using our own lives to influence the lives of others, for good and for bad. Just like I told her not to give up on herself and continue to live, she was going to apply for a good university. I carefully observed her relics, through which it could be a stone of extraordinary significance. And those things that connect us are these ordinary objects, people give them different meanings, so that life can continue. Why didn't I understand this truth before I was alive, and I understood it only after death came to take it. I think it's because we're so afraid of losing important things, of losing touch with ourselves. Life can be continued, through those objects and memories, we can find many lost past events, death is only a part of it, and it will not hinder its continuation. So, without the death of the girl, there would be no growth of "I", and without the growth of "I", there would be no understanding of this truth. It seems that I helped the girl, but in fact, while "I" used my life to affect her life, she was also affecting me. I thought "I" was helping her, but she was also helping "me". Remember me is the time of day, in this day, the understanding and cognition of things may undergo earth-shaking changes.
Youth has spread like a plague in everyone's mind, but her freshness and maverick can give you a little impulse after sadness.
(As for the language of the camera lens, the film was thought to be filmed by Wes Anderson in the opening 5 minutes, and there are many imitation elements. About the soundtrack, I really have nothing to say. About the movie in the movie, hahahahahaha)
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