The mentality of watching a movie seems to be like viewing a documentary from the perspective of an art film, which is literary, delicate, delicate and real. Woody's image can be said to be very full. At the beginning of the film, there is a confused old man in front of the camera. As the journey unfolds and the conversation with his son, the audience gradually understands that this old man is short-tempered, alcoholic and discordant. Kind and rough.
Does Woody know that the information on the Letter is fake? He actually knows that from the beginning, when his life was about to end, he just created such a dream for himself out of thin air. At first, the people closest to him didn't believe him, but There were so many irrelevant people who were willing to believe him that, by the end, Woody couldn't even tell the difference between the real and the fake.
The irony of the film is that it exposes the hypocrisy and ruthlessness of American society and human feelings so straightforwardly. The seemingly warm greetings are actually brewing unknown conspiracies, and even the blood relationship, which is the most important thing for human emotions, seems to have become light. At any rate, the director gave the audience a glimmer of hope. The emotions between father, son, and husband and wife, even if accompanied by disputes and confusion, are always sincere. This is also at the end of the film. The morbid, gloomy, and chaotic accumulated in the first two hours. It sheds a little light on the people. When Woody drove through the street, the people in the car and off the screen were relieved, some were glad that their dreams came true, some were artificial dreams, some were glad that they were happy, some were glad that hope was heavy now.
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