To our final years to come

Woody gives the impression from the beginning of the film that he is a typical Alzheimer's patient, often doing things that make his family anxious and worried. Because Woody believed in the "$1 million prize" that ordinary people could see through at a glance, and without the support of his family, he actually had to walk to a place two days' drive to receive the prize.

But as the film progressed, I gradually realized that Woody wasn't really confused. Woody is kind enough to trust a $1 million promise to him from a newspaper he doesn't know about. Woody is also very stubborn, so despite the objections of his family and the ridicule of others, he insists on walking to receive the award. Woody just wished he could do one more thing at the end of the day that would make him proud and benefit his family, even if it was only a one in a million chance, he didn't want to miss it.

In the end, Woody's youngest son took him to the prize-giving place. After his dream of a million-dollar prize was shattered, I can imagine how hard it was for Woody. Did this film end so tragically with the disappointment of a poor old man? Happily, Woody finally got what he wanted.

What Woody wanted was dignity and affection. He should have been seen as a cripple who could be thrown into a nursing home for a long time, and he wanted to be respected by everyone. In the end, his youngest son made it happen. He drove his new pickup truck through the small town where he grew up and was so childish that he rolled down the car window and asked his youngest son to crouch so that no one could see it. Along the way, he met the bad friend who always took advantage of him and made fun of his million-dollar dreams, he met the lover who lost to his wife when he was young, and he met the brother who always likes to sit on the side of the road watching cars. I'm sure in those moments he must have regained his youthful feel.

On the way home, Woody turned his head to look at his younger son, then turned his head when the younger son looked back. I'm sure he must be thinking that my trip to the million-dollar prize was really worth it. He knew that he always complained that his wife would yell Fuck yourself when others wanted to take advantage of him, and he knew that the two sons who usually thought they were crazy were also crazy trying to get him back what he had lost for thirty or forty years. Air compressor.

What a pity in this life to have a wife with such a sharp mouth and a tofu heart, and a son who understands him so well!

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