In general, this is the result of four middle-aged men who drink alcohol: one of them lost his job and was so lonely that he committed suicide; Save personnel and directly urinate incontinence, and the remaining story is that nothing happened to drinking. Very good, very condensed to the point of why I hate alcohol to the point of not drinking.
I hate alcohol because I knew from a young age that (most) men drink alcohol as if they were given permission to temporarily lift the seal. The fluffy sentence "I'm drunk" is put aside - after all, men are talking about friends and business in the wine market, how can men not drink. I was triggered by the scene in the movie where Martin was making a fuss at home after smashing his forehead, especially his wife's line "I don't care how much you and your friends drink outside", because I heard the same thing Countless times, the subtext is "Don't bring your drunken madness to the house, let alone let your children see your ugly state."
Well, then why are these four men drinking? Martin is because his wife was unfaithful, his children ignored him, and his students complained. In middle age, he could only look at the opportunity he had lost (doing research for a Ph.D.) The movie tries to show how lonely and frustrated he is, but the excess of ego in it is annoying in my opinion. For example, shouldn't "opportunity" be inherently more important than family and partner in men's lives compared to women? For example, in the face of his wife's complaint that "you were never by my side", I didn't see him asking and reflecting on how much? For example, when he was in class, a textbook was cleaner than the students', and he just read it like this. Why did he take it for granted that he was not in a good state and could not exert his teaching ability (so he had to drink), instead of admitting that he taught It's just bad, huh?
Some say they are facing a deeper existential crisis, well, not to mention that existentialist meditations on the self are overly indulgent and tend to elevate private anxiety into serious philosophical issues, even if they are facing real of existential crisis, and it’s not that I can’t understand that feeling. It's like life is always crammed with all kinds of things, and it's only at certain sudden moments that people look up from their short, trivial, unworthy lives and discover their own existence and operations outside of themselves. There is no strong, necessary connection between everything you go, the people you know, or even the time you spend, and you feel like you're really distant, ignorant, and uncontrollable from your own life. . It doesn't seem to make much difference with and without me. Not to mention that after an epidemic, you suddenly find that the world is wandering and disordered. The world is a hole in the deck of the Titanic that is about to collapse. The only certainty in your life is uncertainty. This kind of uncertainty cannot be eliminated through external resources, personal will and struggle calculations, and I don't know if it is better to realize this in adolescence or in middle age. The quest for stability, peace, and success is understandable, but the avoidance abhorrence of chaos, failure, pain, and brokenness is fragile and unrealistic, and can even lead to anxiety. I used to think that life was like reading books, that it was about continuous self-integration, and who eventually became who, with a concrete outline and a smooth road, but the real effect is to constantly smash and push myself to the edge in the chaos, more and more Not sure who I am. And this kind of thinking gave me the courage to do my due diligence, and openly accept my fate. No matter what kind of psychological problem one is facing, one must walk alone, expecting the answer to be gradually revealed on the way or meet by chance, delusionally thinking that a glass of alcohol will solve the problem, do you underestimate the problem or underestimate yourself?
Finally, I would like to say, is the male communication and self-regulation ability so poor? We need to drink to talk about our hearts, to ask questions and express our emotions, and to drink. Hanging sample.
This movie can only get two stars, and one star for Uncle Mai's final solo.
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