I don't know what the director wants to express, but what I see in it is a desolation full of eyes, like a whole desert-like world. Can't tolerate a simple and pure Edward.
Edward has a lively arrival, and everyone's eyes are eager and scorching. Edward trims the manor for others and cuts incredible hairstyles for others. He doesn't charge money, and he never does it for anything. He just likes it, just wants to do it, using his scissors hands. It seems that this should be his mission from birth.
The lively party, the crowd waiting in line, he thought he just made everyone happy, satisfied everyone, and let everyone accept himself. When he listened to all kinds of compliments or sarcasm, when he was standing next to the barbecue grill with various vegetables in his scissors, when he reluctantly put on a big smile in the crowd. The sun is shining and the sky is blue. He thought everything was fine.
But everyone can’t understand. Those who have lived in this world for too long will only look at him with our own self-righteousness, treating him as a genius or a freak, but no, he can’t be named. , He is just one of the purest souls.
He doesn’t understand the stakes in the world, nor the family and friendship in the world. He doesn’t know how to love and how to care. When he holds his bright scissors hands, his helplessness and panic, I am too I can only feel distressed and overwhelmed in front of the screen.
This is his love, the scratched Kevin, the scratched Kim, the scarred self.
He doesn't know what love is. He just knew that Peggy would be very happy if he had a counter, he just knew to gently say to Kim because you asked me to. His eyes were clear.
That's all, what can he do? He has no capital love, no future, what he can say is not I love you, too. But just, I can't. It can only be a goodbye.
It's reality.
This is the reality. Some things are destined not to be in such a society. Survived. What can Edward do? He could not only raise his scissors hands timidly. He can cut out beautiful hairstyles, cut out exquisite gardening, cut off his own clothes, but he still can't cut off, can't cut off the misunderstandings of others about him, can't cut out the incompatible with the whole world, cut Not in the shape of a dream.
When Edward was interviewed on TV, an audience asked if you had regular hands, you would be like anyone else. Peggy helped him answer, No matter what, Edward will always be special.
But I think maybe not, Edward is The special is just because he has a pair of scissors hands that can't be lost, and we often give up so easily in the process of growing up, give up the things we used to persist in stupidly, give up childhood dreams, and throw away our own unacceptable things. Scissors hand, and then can no longer cut those magical shapes.
So Edward without scissor hands is no longer Edward.
I think Edward knows it himself, otherwise, when he hears such a question, if you had regular hands, you would be like anyone else. When such a question is deemed to be a sharp question, he will not just say yes indifferently , I know.
Each of us used to be a small Edward with a pair of big scissors hands. It is not often controlled by us. It is too clumsy to shake hands. It sometimes hurts others, but it is also a pair of magic Scissors hand, it cuts out the most beautiful shape in the world, and it cuts out heavy snow.
and after?
Later, we grew up in rumors, put on shirts, put on pants, and put on other people's expectations. We grow up pretendingly, throw away our scissors hands, in order to survive, become the same as everyone else.
We have a pair of real hands. We use these hands to shake hands and hug people we don't like, playing with all kinds of tricks we have learned newly. Don't worry, don't need to be humble and careful, don't need to smile meekly.
Growing up is really a painful socialization process.
But do you remember the Edward you used to be? His small and fragile body, the scars he accidentally drew on himself, his quiet eyebrows, his simple stubbornness, rampage, he acted recklessly, he sometimes accidentally hurt others, he was often ignorant and helpless.
do you remember? Do you still have a little bit of his shadow in your heart?
The ending can only be like this. Otherwise, just like us, throw away your own scissors and lose the part of your unacceptable self. Otherwise, just like Edward, use your scissors to cut the clothes on your body and throw away everything. Cut off all the shells that this world imposes on you that are incompatible with yourself, and then run away.
Do you remember the little Edward in your heart? Behind the sun, the little cowardly shadow of Edward under your feet was swallowed bit by bit.
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