I finished this boring film with a very curious mind. Why is the house on fire, and it stays on? Even more ridiculous is that such a house can still be sold. What does the director or screenwriter want to say? Why is olive's poop green? instead of other colors. Why did the Eric mentioned end up sleeping with the cleaner when Olive died?
This is really a messed up movie. However, it is really super-logical that the director and screenwriter can make such a messy movie. The most important thing is that, in the end, the dialogue of the film also explained a lot of truth, so that I thought about it for almost 3 hours after watching it. In the end, I, a person with a terrible language, decided to write the first film review in my life. It shows that this film is still good, and its effect is comparable to "No Country for Old Men".
After writing the foreshadowing, I would like to talk about the results of my 3 hours of thinking. In fact, everyone, when growing up, will experience many, many different injuries. For example, your girlfriend and your best friend go to the Hilton to open a room on Valentine's Day; for example, you and your girlfriend's best friend are in the car when your girlfriend is forced by loan sharks because of her father's bankruptcy. kiss. Another example is your wife and your daughter who have been planning to leave you for a long time. A whole-heartedly devoted relationship is like a casserole that was originally intact. The burner suddenly made a crackling sound, and finally the table was full of soup. And whether it's because the fire is too strong, or because the casserole is old, the cracked heart will never heal again. Or. Your life, the life you've always been proud of, has died since that day. No matter how hard you try, you will never get the carefree memories in your memory.
Life is fragmented. Originally, he had been showing off that he was a man who never cried, but now it has become so easy to burst into tears, even during sex. I always sit on the stairs, looking at hopeful people coming and going, and wondering why I don't feel happy even if I win the MacArthur Award. It seems that the old self will never be found again. You have even forgotten what pain is and what happiness is, and will only accept it calmly. And gradually. You have come out of a movie in which you played the leading role, and you are busy and lost in a movie of someone else. At this time, if you go to the Mahavira Hall to worship Buddha, you will not say that, what I hope most is that my parents can live a long and healthy life; you will not say that I hope to be admitted to LSE. You will say, I just want to use the last day of my life to relive the days with you.
Just, everything. It's been gone since the cracking day. We can only learn to give up, to give up showing off in other people's movies, to give up making a movie about ourselves to save all beings, to give up being the reliance of others, to give up relying on others, because, from the moment you get hurt, you Begin to learn to be truly self-reliant, learn to work hard to be yourself, and work hard to live for yourself.
PS: When I watched this film, I had a little divergent thinking, and I found that if you want to make a true film about yourself, it is impossible. Because: you have to find someone to play yourself, and then there must be another person to play the person you found to play yourself, and another person to play [playing (playing your own person) person]} , and then the cycle continues, and a limit state of positive infinity appears. However, this also illustrates the meaning of the film from another aspect: why make a film of yourself and show it to others? Be yourself and don't selfishly think about what you mean in other people's lives, that's the most important thing.
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