"What is more important to the memory is that brief moment." But if one day, the whole lifeline is shortened to only one moment, what can we recall? I accidentally saw the trailer for the movie "Father Trapped in Time". Due to its limited time, I only learned that its theme is related to "Alzheimer's disease". Although my life has nothing to do with it, but Once in the network media, news reports and other channels have a little understanding. I don't know why, I pay more attention to this disease than other chronic diseases, maybe because there is no fixed location prompt, maybe at the corner of a familiar street, I will meet a "time traveler" wearing a yellow bracelet , stepping on a thin and long rope, but I don't know where it leads, to find the reason for coming here. I don't want to just be an indistinguishable stone in that chaotic scene, let it sway and walk, knowing that the uneven pattern of his sole may cut off the rope at any time due to a stumble. So, with the idea of connecting with reality, I clicked on this film, and unexpectedly, I also became a person on the rope in it. Following Anthony's perspective, I saw the world in his memory: Irregular, illogical, without any order, chaotic, upside down, full of unpredictable changes every moment, just like living in a cramped house with only a broken mirror in front of him, he has nowhere to rest, And keep picking up the pieces to piece together the original look. Living in a mode where his cognitive results have been repeatedly subverted, he seems to have completely become a "superfluous person", unable to be recognized by reality, and abandoned by his original memory, as if he was involved in a torrent that can never be turned back. In this way, the journey is so far that the direction of departure is blurred. People on the shore will be shocked even if they only glance at them, let alone those who can't get away. At the end of the movie, Anthony, who was seriously ill, leaned against the door of the nursing home, crying with tears and excitement, "I feel like my leaves have fallen off." Female nurse Catherine took him by the shoulder and used it to teach the children about bedtime. The voice of the story comforted patiently, the camera moved slowly, and finally settled on the lush trees outside the window. At that moment, the "time traveler" seemed to have found the mark he left at the beginning. The past and reality collided, and the two selves from different eras Relatively standing still, they stretched out their hands together, the distance between the fingertips is the power of forgetting. The green onion fluttering in the wind is the vividness that disease cannot erase. The bright spring sun can warm the deciduous branches of winter through the eyes of people. (Extracting clear and clear logical grasp, using clips interspersed, time interlacing, combination of virtual and real, etc., resulting in chaotic and changeable perceptual effects, deepening the real and profound narrative perspective, thus enhancing the artistic appeal of the entire film. Intriguing and worthy of careful experience.)
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