Me, and Earl, and the dying girl.
No theme, no reason, just telling a story, a story of three people.
My friend Earl and I, when we knew this girl was going to die, befriended her and "sent" the story of her death.
They are still too young, and the topic of death is too big. The audience just sat in front of the screen and watched for 2 hours, so what if the girl died. But to Greg, girls are unspoken friends.
Greg's inferiority complex I know all too well. On the surface, I have a 60-point relationship with everyone because I don't believe that anyone really cares about me. Even brothers who grew up together are called comaker, and they don't seem to care. Afraid to provoke any right and wrong, beautiful girls who are tempted but also face them with a stinky face.
It seems unnecessary to talk about who healed whom. Hope Greg realizes that his family, friends, love him so, so much.
Finally Greg took the hanging flower to the hospital and poked me. It took more than 4 months to make a movie. Fortunately, you showed it to this girl.
The expression of the whole film is this kind of tone, a little humor, a little absurd, a little indifferent, a little important. It doesn't feel like a youth movie, a friendship movie, or a romance movie.
It's more like what happens when a boy grows up. He tells you, and you nod.
Movies are such a good thing. If someone made me a movie, I would probably go into a coma too.
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