Interpretation (continuously updated

Bailee 2022-12-15 03:03:59

2016.12.20 Five brushes: Arden was found to have sealed the fourth wall in the last few rehearsings, making it a tangible wall - this is no longer a theatrical stage, but a collective ceremony.

2017.1.31 Seven brushes: The meaning of life is before and after death, if you don't encounter some people and things, knowing that you are dead is unintentional. being-toward-death.

"The sine qua non of man's sanity is that he must live in a community with other beings, be related to them" (On Disobedience) Behind all the phenomena that make up the various intimate relations of man, in love In the broadest sense of the word, we can see this need behind all passion.

2018.7.21

Closing - why everyone is involved in acting -

1. In real life people are also playing themselves. This is the job of every modern man to "live" as a human being.

2. As far as Arden's personal works are concerned, he has completely liberated himself and participated in his own life from the perspective of a bystander to understand it.

A masterpiece is some kind of introverted enclosed space unaffected by fanaticism or apathy.

2019.12.07

Wulihua said: Good works make people feel like they can't cry, but they will stay with the viewer for a lifetime.

This reminds me of you.

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Synecdoche, New York quotes

  • Sammy Barnathan: I've watched you forever, Caden, but you've never really looked at anyone other than yourself. So watch me. Watch my heart break. Watch me jump. Watch me learn that after death there's nothing. There's no more watching. There's no more following. No love. Say goodbye to Hazel for me. And say it to yourself, too. None of us has much time.

  • [over radio]

    Millicent Weems: What was once before you - an exciting, mysterious future - is now behind you. Lived; understood; disappointing. You realize you are not special. You have struggled into existence, and are now slipping silently out of it. This is everyone's experience. Every single one. The specifics hardly matter. Everyone's everyone. So you are Adele, Hazel, Claire, Olive. You are Ellen. All her meager sadnesses are yours; all her loneliness; the gray, straw-like hair; her red raw hands. It's yours. It is time for you to understand this.

    Millicent Weems: Walk.

    Millicent Weems: As the people who adore you stop adoring you; as they die; as they move on; as you shed them; as you shed your beauty; your youth; as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are...

    Millicent Weems: Gone.