This is a good movie. But why is it fortunate that different people have different perspectives to look at it. This film has become a classic in film history, largely because of its pioneering and pioneering in film technology, performance techniques and narrative style. However, technically pioneering and pioneering is essentially a means. The technical contribution to the film industry is only meaningful to film practitioners. For the general audience, all they want to see and can see is the story and emotions expressed by the final product. As for how powerful the means, tools, and skills behind the finished product are, it doesn't really matter at all. This is a stream of consciousness movie. The author uses a unique lens language and soundtrack to show the struggle and predicament of the protagonist, as well as the chaotic and numb state of mind. The degree of completion is perfect. That alone is good enough. The storyline of the stream of consciousness work itself is not important, it is valuable enough to perfectly express the psychology and state of mind of the protagonist. What's more, the predicament presented by the author, in today's era of information floods bombarding each of our brains, is more meaningful and relevant to everyone than the era of filming. How to find your own direction in the chaotic information world and return to your original passion and original intention? How to return to the passion for the people you love, the original intention for the things you love? At the end of the movie, the author ended the personality self that he had been presenting for two hours by suicide, and every character who appeared in the torrent of characters in those shots was following the lead of the circus clown. It seems that this is the author's love for movies, and the return of the original intention of that love. What about love? Countless women appeared in the protagonist's life, some of them played a very important role in his life at that time; while other women were forgotten by him and thrown into the cold palace of memory, that fantasy/dream attic the second floor. Different women use different "skills" to satisfy and fill Quito's various spiritual, physical, and life deficiencies, some give him the pleasure of his bed, some give him the passion for the first time in his life, and some give him the love of his original wife. He does laundry, cooks, and cleans up messes. He seemed to have loved them all, and it seemed that he had loved none of them. As Claudia said repeatedly, sitting on the steps in a feather suit by the fountain: You don't know how to love. What is love and how to love? Did the author/protagonist finally find out? In contemporary times, the various shortcomings of the protagonist still exist in each of us, and we are also looking for different people to fill our vacancies. At the bar after two in the morning, we also swiped right on the mobile app countless times. Like the protagonists, most of us have neither the energy nor the ability to learn and understand how to love in the flood of information. just habitually Fill in the vacancies of your own personality with people with different functions. Life itself has no meaning, the existence of life and the exploration and creation of the meaning belonging to one's own life through the existence of this existence is the meaning of existence. Love and passion are the best tools to create these meanings. If you are born to explore the meaning of this layer of life with love and passion, perhaps your soul will be free and finally liberated, instead of shooting and killing that exploration by escaping. soul.
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