She used to be a dancer, and when her career seemed the most successful, she was notified that she could take part in the company's Christmas season tour as a substitute-but was later canceled. She kept changing her address in New York, moving from a low-rent area to another cheaper area, but still could not pay the full rent. Later, she simply returned to her alma mater during the summer vacation to work and stayed with students for a while. dormitory.
She used to have a boyfriend, but because she prefers to be with her girlfriends, she broke up with her boyfriend ignorantly. She is called "undateable" by male friends who have been showing up, perhaps because she is more like a female man, with the enthusiasm that can infect everyone around her, but she does not have the mind to enter an intimate relationship with any opposite sex.
Having said that, I don’t know if you think of friends who can be seated, similar girls, anyway, there are several people around me. They are straightforward, reckless, self-willed, holding on to a path where they may not be so talented; they are sincere, optimistic, and positive, as if any setbacks are not enough to defeat their vitality and sunshine.
Even if I see them in situations of inability to work and incompetent in love from time to time, even if they secretly worry about them, and even can't help but give a few sermons, I still like such girls in my heart. They are so real, they don't pretend, don't be timid, don't be afraid to expose their shortcomings, and don't worry about others seeing their clumsiness. But I, who may have the same desires and pursuits, often silently wrap myself in a soft, stable, and cautious shell because of the above-mentioned worries. Seeing a girl like F crying and laughing, urinating on a railroad track holding a pole in the middle of the night in a subway station, jumping in the park to earn a little money and then giving it to other singers, in a party full of strangers When I was half drunk and moved emotionally to talk about my heart, I would just sit by and smile quietly, I think they are so beautiful, and I am envious.
I really want to live awkwardly and truthfully like them, there will be more embarrassment, but it will be much better.
The "success" and happiness of life are inherently difficult to define or measure. Everyone has their own different standards, and they cannot avoid the interference and collision of mainstream standards. My standard is always only one, that is, whether to live a real life. To be true is to face yourself bravely without too much interference from the outside world; to use force is to be fully committed to the present, not to float on the surface, and not to refuse to experience. (Unfortunately, according to this standard, I myself have never passed.) You know, too often, we-at least I-are anxious about some really indifferent troubles, those that have passed away or have not yet come. Love, a dream that has existed in the mind for a long time but is never promoted... The mind and heart are so occupied by the past and the future, and all the time that can be called "the present" is for nothing, until they all become too. In the past, with the fact that it was abandoned, it constituted and strengthened anxiety itself.
But Fs are not like that. They live the life they want seriously, not caring about what others think is right or wrong-F finally became a choreographer. When she interpreted her first work, she said: I like things that look like mistakes . How shiny this sentence. Even if it is not satisfactory sometimes, so what? Who can only enjoy the beauty without paying the price?
Perhaps it was this feeling of envy that made this short film really move me. I watched "Francis Ha" three times in just a few months, and I solemnly recommend it to countless friends. The form of the film is as simple and exquisite as the content, simple black and white images, cheerful and clean soundtrack, seemingly random but exquisite editing, like a smart little love letter, dedicated to all living lonely but powerfully in the big city People.
There is one scene I love extremely, F is carrying a backpack, trotting across the zebra crossing, doing a few dance moves in the gap between steps, happy and free. One of the spins was not so perfect and almost hit a pedestrian, but that clumsy and energetic look was so charming.
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